Chapter One
An Exciting Adventure

"The Highway Mall?"

"Yep!"

"The one with all the old people?"

"That's the one, yep."

Andrew considered his options: he could spend the entire day binging on TV and junk food and video games like he did on any other days of his summer vacation so far, or he could go along with his best friend Gabe's idea of going off on a crazy 'adventure' to the nearby, near-abandoned mall that he just mentioned. Both have their merits, but both, without a doubt, have their own downsides as well.

Adults just assumed that summer vacation is the highlight of every ten year old boy's year, but that really all depends on where you live and what is there to do on the days the schools are closed. For a boy like Andrew, who spent his entire ten years of life growing up in the scenic cul-de-sac of Pinewood Heights, summer vacation is forty percent welcome reprieve and sixty percent neverending nightmare. All of his friends were mostly away on some far-off summer getaway for the entirety of the vacation time, and since both of his parents are notorious penny-pinching workaholics, the end result was usually long summer days being spent all alone, in his air-conditioned room, vegging out in front of the personal home entertainment system his parents have bought for him as a misguided symbol of their love for their only son.

Which is why he was thankful for Gabe's company when he felt the loneliest, despite of all the things that should have stopped them from becoming the best of friends. In addition to being a year younger than he was, Gabe also hailed from the west part of the Heights where the not-so-well-to-do residents of the semi-rural community made their homes. For a more socially conscious kid, there should be absolutely no way that the two of them would be caught dead being seen together in public, let alone spending so much time together forging their friendship like they did.

Yet, there was something about the little imp that caught Andrew's attention and simply wouldn't let go, one of those being how fearless the tyke seemed to be. The first time they met, Gabe had casually parked his bike in their driveway and walked up to both him and his family, in a dirt-streaked sleeveless white tank top, before chatting up with Andrew as if they were already long-time pals. While his parents were initially apprehensive over this chubby little blonde kid's absolute lack of tact, they were eventually mollified by how much their son seemed to hit it off with this little stranger. In the end, they were won over by his bubbly attitude and infectious carefree smile, and in no time at all it became impossible to think of the Winfeld household without Gabe in it.

His lack of care was also shown by how little thought he put into dressing himself, with Gabe's current attire only consisting of a pair of black shorts and tennis shoes that might have been red once upon a time. While the summer heat might have something to do with it, Andrew suspected that Gabe just didn't want to be bothered with the extra hassle of dealing with picking out and putting on a T-shirt. After all, it was also the very same reason why Gabe often refused to put on any underwear underneath his shorts, something that Andrew was reminded of often, whenever the two decided to play rough and Gabe's shorts would get dragged down along the way.

"I dunno, Gabe," Andrew said tapping his chin with his thumb, "I mean, it's kinda hot out today, and there's nothing to do there anyway."

"There's an arcade over there too," Gabe countered.

"I have a PC right here," the older boy pointed out.

"C'mon Drew," the little blondie whined, "You're not going to spend the entire day holed up in your room just watching TV and playing video games again, are you?"

"That was what I was doing, until you barged in with this idea of riding up to a crappy mall in the middle of the hottest day ever to do something that we could do in my room with the A.C. on," Andrew scoffed.

"La~me," his young companion sighed as he buried his face on the soft large beanbag chair he was hugging down on the carpet.

Andrew couldn't help but wince at the way Gabe said that word, for even though the kid didn't say it out loud, he was all too aware of his own shortcomings to know what Gabe had meant when he said the word 'lame'. Unlike Gabe, Andrew was too much of a homebody to gain even the slightest hint of a muscle on his already slender, near feminine build. In fact, he rarely saw the sun so much that his brown hair still retained the same light hue as it was years ago when he was a tyke himself, and he is almost guaranteed to get sunburned on his pale freckled complexion if he spent even a minute too long outside in the sun.

'Lame' to his ears sounded to be 'I can't believe I'm friends with this loser' as it was Gabe's go-to words anytime his idea for any outdoor fun is shot down by the older boy. While he knew that Gabe was too nice of a guy to actually mean anything by it, he couldn't help but worry that one day his plucky young friend would wise up and started moving on towards someone else who would be more than happy to cater to his impulsive nature. When that happens, he'll be back to spending the summer days in front of the TV all alone.

Which was why, at times like these, Andrew would often cut the chubby little imp some slack and readily accept any second attempt of the same proposal he might make. This was such a time as Gabe lifted his face from the bean bag chair and with a hopeful look tried to appeal to the older boy's good grace yet again. "You sure you don't wanna go?" the little boy pleaded, "I promise you it'll be fun!"

"Well," Andrew hesitated, "I mean, what else is there to do there besides going to the arcade and sipping Slurpees until our tongues turned blue?"

A mischievous grin dawned on Gabe's cute round face as he said, "I know something we can do over there that is way more fun than that."

Andrew's curiosity was piqued in an instant. "Really? What is it?"

"Nuh-uh," Gabe shook his head playfully, "You gotta come with me first, and then I'll show you!"

"You're making this up," the older boy raised an eyebrow, skeptical over the entire prospect.

"Maybe I am," the child gave a toothy grin, "But then again maybe I'm not, and you won't find out which is which until you come along with me! C'mon Drew, where's your sense of adventure?"

'Where is your sense of adventure?' is another code in Gabe-speak for 'I got something I am just dying to show you so you'd better say yes or else you'll regret it', and through all the time he had been friends with the runt he had never once been disappointed with that offer. The last time the tyke coaxed him out of the house with that line, Gabe had led him to an abandoned hidden cave in the nearby woods that the older kids had used as a hidden fort before they became too old for silly things like hidden forts. As a bonus, they also found copious amount of vintage porn magazines that their predecessors had stashed in the hideout, and they had spent the afternoon masturbating to many satisfying dry climaxes while ogling at the multitudes of low-quality dirty photographs on each page.

He knew that whatever secret of Pinewood Heights Gabe was about to impart this time was going to be just as good as the last one, and so he decided to once again let the younger boy lead the way as he nodded and said, "Okay fine, let's go to the Highway Mall."

"That's more like it," the imp sprang up to his feet, displaying an athleticism that defied his chubby build, "C'mon, let's get outta' here already!"

Once again, Andrew was reminded why he was friends with Gabe, as he watched him bound out the door before he could say anything. That bubbly spirit filled with joy over, well, just about anything is certainly infectious, and it certainly has a way of inspiring his faith the blonde-haired boy say and do. If Gabe had declared a thunderstorm would clear out into a clear sunny day despite of the weather forecast predicting seven days of rain, Andrew would have chosen to believe his little friend over whatever nonsense some balding weatherman on TV had insisted upon.

Certainly, that distinct Gabe charm was the very reason why he was convinced to ride out in their bikes down the main street of the suburbs while the sun was still hanging high over their heads. Despite huffing and puffing while pedaling his secondhand rusty red bike that had seen better days, Gabe has not lost one bit of his enthusiasm as he lead his older companion down the main street, left by the park, and straight on towards the large rectangular building obscured by a mildly dense tree line. Their travel lead them down towards the small patch of woods where their secret cave was located, but the path that Gabe lead him towards this time veered northbound and away from their normal route.

"C'mon, it's this way!" Gabe motioned for him to follow as he pedaled faster, the thin coating of sweat causing his bare skin to glisten in the sunlight. Andrew now wondered if Gabe had the right idea about his attire after all, for he was at the moment dealing with the discomfort of his sweat-drenched T-shirt and having half a mind to take it off and discard it right there in the woods. His reprieve came in imagining how nice and cool the inside of the Highway Mall would be just as the trees ended and the very building itself came into sight.

The marble and stone edifice sat on a patch of tarmac where the parking lots were situated all around it, with several access roads to the east and west connecting to small ramps leading up to the highway that lend its name to the building. During its heyday, its outer walls were covered with plenty promotional banners and its rows of automatic sliding doors would welcome many visitors from all around, Pinewood Heights included, to spend their idle time and money in its premises. Now only advertisements of space for rent were hung up on its outer walls, and people who entered and exited the place were mostly those of the neighboring residences whose numbers continued to dwindle by the day.

Gabe's secret entrance lead the two boys into the backside of the Mall, where the parking lot was scarcely populated save for a few utility vehicles here and there. They could feel the sheer heat rising up from the asphalt and onto their bare skins as they approached a rather deserted docking bay where the double delivery doors were left wide open. There was a group of bikes chained to a bike rack nearby to indicate that they were not the only two kids in the Mall that day, and Gabe instructed his pal to secure their bikes there with the rest before leading him down towards the open delivery doors.

"This is kind of creepy," Andrew said, as the path lead them to a part of the mall that has been discontinued and blocked off.

"Aw come on, it's not so bad," Gabe replied before pointing towards their destination and added, "And besides, it's just down over there."

The ten year old followed his companion's index finger to see what he was pointing at, and immediately his light brown pupils grew double in size. The little imp was directing his attention towards a dimly lit hallway where two doors marking the restroom was situated towards the end, with various wiring and cables exposed along with the pipings overhead. Andrew couldn't help but wonder if Gabe knew he was essentially pointing at Murder Hallway Stereotype #7 that was easily recognized from every horror movie ever, and he could barely raise his objection as Gabe started walking down said Murder Hallway without a care in the world.

"Dude, are you sure this place is safe?" Andrew squeaked, eyes wide and darting about as he glared at every shadowy nook and cranny with suspicion.

"It's the middle of the day, Drew," Gabe chuckled in return, "Nothing bad ever happened while the sun is still out."

There were so many holes Andrew could've poked through that flimsy logic if he hadn't jumped in surprise when the men's room's door opened and a figure about his height darted out of it. Andrew half-expected a nightmarish creature popping out to devour the both of them with its sharp teeth and ferocious claw, but what he saw was a tad bit more surprising than that. Instead of the face of a hideous hellspawn that greeted them, what he saw was the all too familiar face of Pablo Martinez.

Like Gabe, Pablo hailed from the west side of Pinewood Heights and went to the same school as the two boys did. Unlike Gabe, however, he was a rather popular student that was well-liked by both the faculty and the student body alike. His academic track record made him a star pupil among the teachers, and his affinity for any sports under the sun made him popular with all the boys while his dark hair, olive skin, and overall hispanic good looks earned him the adoration of all the girls.

Pablo was usually the calm and composed type whenever Andrew saw him around school, naturally taking on the role of 'leader' or 'big brother' due to being the oldest among his school mates. At the moment though, all those calm and composure were lost when he recognized not one but two people from his circle of friends crossing his path in this dimly lit hallway. While Andrew did not know what to make of the candid expression the hispanic kid was making, Gabe knew precisely what it meant as he grinned knowingly and spoke out in a playful tone.

"Didja' had fun?" the imp called out to him.

Somehow those words carried a certain kind of meaning for the Hispanic boy, for the tension on Pablo's body immediately relaxed when he heard Gabe speak them out. The shocked look on his handsome face was quickly replaced with a sheepish smile, somewhere between embarrassment and good humor born out of a sense of camaraderie. He didn't say a word in return, though, and simply nodded at Andrew and Gabe as he walked past them and went on his merry way.

"What was that all about?" Andrew asked, as he watched Pablo disappeared around the corner before turning his attention back towards his dimunitive companion.

"Oh you'll see soon enough," Gabe replied with a happy smile, as he lead his older friend towards the men's room at the end of the hallway. Andrew was still rather apprehensive about this whole deal, but seeing Gabe taking everything about this in stride somehow reassured him that everything is going to be just fine. At least, that's what he kept telling himself in his mind as Gabe placed his small hand on the restroom's door and pushed it open.

Despite of the disrepair of the hallway outside, the short inner hall of the restroom was actually kept rather neat and clean. The lighting were brighter and the rows of washbasins were, for all intents and purposes, relatively clean. The one flaw that brought the quality of the restroom back down a notch was the persistent smell of urine, which despite the heavy disinfectant usage still managed to permeate Andrew's sensitive nostrils.

He was also quick to realize that he and Gabe (and Pablo) were not the only patrons of this place, as a hefty man in a dingy blue maintenance uniform was leaning against the wall and casually wiping off the sweat from his brows with the back of his hand. He also noticed that the man appeared to be around the same age as his dad, and just like his dad, he too had started showing signs of gray hair and a receding hairline. The patch in front of his uniform's shirt says "Chuck" in big red letters, which Andrew took to be this balding man's name, and despite his unsmiling face, there was something about him that just seemed calming to the older boy. It was as if he knew exactly who was going to come through the restroom's door at that very moment, and the way he greeted his blonde companion seemed to confirm just that.

"Well if it ain't my favorite regular," he greeted Gabe with a gruff yet friendly tone.

"Hey Chuck," the imp smiled at the man.

"Who's your friend?" he nodded towards Andrew.

"Oh, this is Drew," Gabe waved at the older boy standing a few inches behind him, "He's a friend from school. He's, um, 'new' to all this."

"Two fresh faces in a row," Chuck smiled for the very first time, "Must be my lucky day."

"You gave Pablo Martinez the works, uh?"

"And he'll have the mark to prove it, too!"

Andrew felt all the more confused when he heard Gabe laugh at that. It was as if Gabe and this Chuck was speaking in an alien tongue that only the two of them understood, and the only thing he could do was stare as Chuck spoke once again. "So your friend is gonna join in too?" the man nodded at the older boy yet again, studying him from head to toe.

"Sure he will! Right, Drew?"

He wasn't even sure what he was going to join in on, but Andrew knew that each time Gabe gave him that expectant puppy-dog eyes the decision has already been made for him. "Uh, yeah, okay I guess," was the best that he could muster, though he would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious as to where this is all leading up to.

Chuck seemed to understand the situation better than Gabe did, as he nodded at Andrew and said, "Don't worry, kid, it's gonna be fine. Alright, boys, come this way!" He then lead the pair to the main area, where a pair of urinals were attached to one side of the wall and a short row of stalls were on the other side. Although the cubicles had privacy doors with a short open space below, they did not ensure a higher degree of privacy for its inhabitants as the top of the dividers can be reached by a full grown man if he stood on one of the toilets.

While the smell of disinfectant managed to mask it, Andrew couldn't help but pick up an even mightier whiff of urine coming from the urinals here. Still, none of this seemed to bother either Gabe or Chuck, as the man turned to face the nine year old boy with a smug smile as he said, "Seems your friend is a little nervous. How about we put on a show to get him to relax?"

"Okay," Gabe chirped happily.

"Okay little man, you know what to do," Chuck said in return.

Andrew was still figuring out what he meant by 'put on a show' when the answer came to him the instant Gabe knelt down to his knees, pawed the man's zipper, and pulled out his throbbing cock with both hands before giving it a few strokes and popping the bulbous head into his mouth. His eyes nearly popped out of his socket as he watched his best friend kiss and lick and suckle Chuck's knob as if he was enjoying a nice big fleshy treat, slathering the head with his saliva as he ran his small pink tongue all across the gland before inhaling the tip into his open mouth. Gabe's treatment of the man's cock made him hiss and grunt in delight, running his large hand all over the imp's messy blonde hair as the younger boy began bobbing his head back and forth along the length of Chuck's rigid cock.

"Ooh yeah, that's it little man," Chuck whispered under labored breath, "You're a great little cocksucker ain'tcha? Keep doing it like that! Yeah, yeah, that's it!"

The lewd scene that unfolded before his eyes had shocked the timid older boy to his very core, particularly since it was being performed by his own best friend, that he thought he knew everything there is to know about. The sight of a real-life boy bobbing on a large man's cock however stirred something deep inside of him, a primal impulse down on his nether regions that came in waves of delightful little tingles. Gabe going down on Chuck like an old pro reminded him of all those naughty photos in their vintage porn magazine stash, and the similarities as well as the fact that this was happening right in front of him caused Andrew's pre-pubescent body to react in the most honest way possible.

Chuck must've noticed the look of longing on Andrew's face as the adult man took the time to calm himself down and tapped Gabe's right shoulder to catch his attention. "Looks like your friend could use a little of your attention too," he said as he pointed towards the lower regions of Andrew's body with his chin.

Both the older and younger boys looked down towards the same direction, and each of them had completely opposite reaction over what they saw. For his part, Andrew turned all shades of red as he realized he was shamefully pitching a tent over watching his best friend giving a blowjob to a strange man in a public bathroom. Gabe, on the other hand, found the fact that his friend got hard over watching him to be very much amusing as he flashed his trademark mischievous grin his way.

"C'mon Drew!" he motioned for his older companion to join in, "C'mon over so I can take care of that for you!"

Once again, the little blonde imp's charm won him over as Andrew followed Gabe's order like an obedient little lamb. He still felt a bit wary as he took his place right next to Chuck, yet his nerves did not hinder his excitement as his best friend fumbled with the elastic band of his shorts before pulling it down to reveal a modest three inch [7.5 cm] throbbing pricklet that curved ever so slightly upwards. It wasn't the first time that Andrew had allowed Gabe to see his penis hard, but it was the first time he had allowed Gabe to see his hard penis with someone else in the room, and it was most definitely the very first time he had allowed Gabe to see his hard penis with every intention of gobbling it up into his mouth all the way to its very base.

"Oooh," Andrew let out a long sigh as he felt the warmth of Gabe's mouth enveloping his most sensitive organ.

"He's really good, isn't he?" Chuck gave a small chuckle, clearly amused at Andrew's reaction.

The older boy wasn't sure just how good Gabe was, since this was after all the very first time he had allowed someone to suck on his cock, but he couldn't deny that it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his life. The soft velvety feel of his lips, the slimy sensation of his tongue, and the warm vapors of his breath all gave rise to a strange gooey feeling in the pits of Andrew's stomach. He knew from that point on that it would be impossible for him to go back to masturbating alone, for there was nothing his hand can do to his dick that could possibly match up with these feelings his friend's mouth can conjure up.

Soon enough instincts ran its course and Andrew started thrusting into his best friend's mouth to match the bobbing of his head. He also started running his fingers across the messy locks of Gabe's golden curls, panting with wild abandon as he caressed the little cherub's face to urge him to go even faster. Chuck couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of water-based lube, before popping the cap and slathering a generous coating of the stuff on his raging prick. He then reached over to where Gabe's plump little rump was jiggling about as he sucked on Andrew on all fours, taking advantage of the distracted little blonde to jam both his index and middle fingers into his puckered little ass hole.

Andrew was a little alarmed when his blonde little friend let out a muffled yelp on account of all the dick he was gobbling up in his mouth, and was more than a little shocked to see what Chuck was doing to Gabe's butt. His fears that the adult man might have hurt his friend somehow was quickly alleviated, however, as not only did Gabe started to moan in delight over the treatment but he also started pushing his hips back to demand for Chuck to probe his butthole even deeper. Catching a glimpse of the look Andrew was giving him, the man grinned as he said, "Don't you worry about your friend; I'm gonna treat him just right."

With that, he then withdrew the fingers he had used to dig deep into the recesses of Gabe's hidden depths, before replacing it with his engorged knob now resting on the quivering puckered hole of the younger boy's anus. Andrew could see the blonde cherub quivered in anticipation as the bulbous head pushed against his rectal opening before Gabe gave a muffled grunt as the organ eased into his poop chute with very little resistance. Chuck didn't seem to be in the mood for any more games, though, as he decided to push on through in one smooth motion and buried his large shaft to the hilt in between Gabe's pert round bums.

"Ohhh yessss!" the man hissed aloud as he started to move his hips back and forth. Andrew was front row and center as he witnessed how Chuck drove his large adult male organ into Gabe's tiny little butthole again and again with a force so hard he made the younger boy's body shook around like a rag doll while slapping his low-hanging balls against the blonde's underdeveloped scrotum. It was raw, it was rough, and it was all unfolding right before the older boy's inexperienced eyes, and made his still-developing prick even harder than before.

The combined pleasures of watching his friend getting anally violated, while enjoying his hot and wet mouth slobbering over his loins, caused Andrew's knees to nearly buckle under his own weight. Chuck seemed to notice this, and without once stopping fucking Gabe's perky little buns he pushed forward to force Andrew to walk back and Gabe to crawl forward along a few steps to the small patch of wall right behind the older boy. Now that Andrew was pinned back and propped up against the wall, Gabe could use both of his hands to hold onto the freckle faced boy's hips and pulled them in to really suck down on his best friend's dick much to Andrew's appreciative moans.

"Seems like you're really into it now, ain'cha boy?" Chuck grinned, as he seized Gabe's hips with one of his big hands and reached out to slide under Andrew's t-shirt with the other. The freckle faced boy let out a squeak as Chuck's fingers teased his left nipple, gasping and squirming as the man's large fingers tweaked and teased his nub to make it jut out in excitement. His small chest started rising and falling in labored breath, as the fingers on his nipple and the mouth on his dick began to work their magic.

Never in the boy's wildest imaginations had he thought he would discover something that felt even better than pounding his stiff pud all alone in his room, yet here he was in a public restroom fucking his best friend's mouth while a stranger pummeled his little friend's fanny with his thick fat cock. The pictures in the porn magazines did not do the deeds it portrayed justice, for the sensations of having his cock sucked and his nipples tweaked felt a thousand times better than what the porn models can convey with their expressions. Even now, as Chuck removed Andrew's t-shirt over his head and leaned in close to suckle on his boy breast, the howl of pure ecstasy he let loose out of his mouth was something that the magazines had not prepared him for, nor did they warned him how addictive it felt for his young body to be ravaged by the combined assault. The freckle faced boy could feel all of his inhibitions draining away, only to be replaced with a feeling of bliss as he started to enjoy the mouths hungrily suckling on his immature boy nipple and underdeveloped dick.

The empty restroom was filled with moans and grunts, wet skin slapping against wet skin, and the yips and yelps of a young boy's unbroken voice accompanied by the baritone grunts of an adult man's. Andrew was in cloud nine, tossing his head from side to side as he rode the tingles of pleasures from the double sucking sensation on his nipples and on his dick. Being so young and inexperienced in all matters sex-related, he couldn't hold on any longer as he arched his back, grabbed a handful of Gabe's hair, and gave a long, drawn out moan as he climaxed into Gabe's mouth.

The boy's penis twitched wildly inside the blonde imp's mouth, failing to produce any seed as Andrew's knees buckled under the weight of his own body. Gabe gave the little pink head a few more swipes of his little tongue before letting it slip out of his mouth, grinning happily as he watched his older friend slumped down slow to the bathroom floor with a satisfied look on his flushed freckled face. The little blonde's happy grin changed into a wild gasp as he felt Chuck seizing his wide hips with both hands and started pounding his ass even harder than before.

Seeing a virgin like Andrew climaxing so loudly had driven Chuck over the edge of reason, as the man was now turned on beyond belief over the amateur boy sex and wanted nothing more than to pursue his own climax. He fucked Gabe like a man possessed, seizing his hips with both hands and slamming his groin against the smooth rubbery globes so hard it caused them to jiggle with each pound. The chubby little blonde whimpered in delight, and Andrew could see that his cute little stub of an erection was as stiff as a nail as it wobbled about with every thrust that Chuck made into Gabe's pert round ass.

The two rutted like wild animals for a good little while longer before Gabe gave out a drawn out moan as his little hard dick twitched about wildly, his face drowning in the pleasures of a dry kiddie orgasm. Chuck followed not too long after, no doubt feeling the rapid stimulation of Gabe's anal muscles twitching all around his shaft as the final straw for his pursuit of release. With a loud primal roar, he gave several last rapid thrusts into Gabe's well-abused hole, before pulling out to shoot ropes upon ropes of his viscous load all over the chubby blonde's bare back.

Andrew saw everything amidst his tired bleary eyes, and his breathing was just starting to calm down as Gabe gasped and panted and collapsed onto the floor. For a second he was worried if the man had overdone it somehow with their last rough coupling, but to his surprise he saw Gabe's lips formed a satisfied smile as he rolled onto his back to lounge around on the bathroom floor to gaze up at Chuck with a drunken, happy look. "Wow Chuck," he panted, his chubby little chest rising and falling rapidly, "You really gave it to me this time!"

"You got your friend to thank for that," the man said as he sat down on the floor and tried to catch his breath, "I'm a sucker for that ol' freckle faced, all-American looks of his. Whaddya say, kiddo? Wanna take a turn on Chuck's Funtime Ride here?"

The last part was said with a wink at Andrew as Chuck squeezed his now softening adult phallus, still wet and glistening from a mixture of cum, lubricant, and Gabe's ass juices. Andrew could only stare speechless at the dick, a billion thoughts racing through his mind at a million miles a minute. Should I do it? Will it hurt? Gabe looked like he had fun, but who knows how long he has been doing this with the man to get to that point?

Luckily Andrew was spared when Chuck broke the silence by laughing aloud. "Relax kid, I ain't gonna force ya to do anything you don't wanna!" the man said as he stood up and started tidying up his clothes, "Sleep on it for a little while, and come back when you're ready. I'm here most days of the week anyway, so anytime you're ready to go, I'll be here."

He went over to the washbasins to run the water in one of them, and then splashed it on his face and body and anywhere else to help disguise the smell of sex and sweat that lingered on his person. Once he was tidy enough to look inconspicuous, he turned towards the two boys, said a quick, "See ya!" and was out the door before they could say anything in response.

The next few minutes Andrew spent cleaning and dressing himself properly in silence. Gabe talked animatedly as if what just happened was nothing out of the ordinary for him, but most of his words fell on deaf ears as Andrew contemplated what he just saw earlier. Exactly just how long had Gabe and Chuck been doing this with each other? And what was the deal with Pablo Martinez? Did he have sex with the man as well? If so, since when?

The question then widened to a broader spectrum as his imagination ran wild. Were Pablo Martinez and Gabe the only two boys who knew about this? Were there others? If so, who? How many of the kids who owned those bikes chained on the bike rack knew about this? Did he know any of them? Were they his classmates as well? And if they were, what should he do about it? Confront them? Tell their parents? Or even worse: tell them that he had joined in on their little secret, for he secretly loved the treatment Chuck and Gabe had given him?

"You okay, Drew?" Gabe's inquisitive voice shook him out of his reverie.

"Huh? O-Oh yeah, I'm, I'm okay," he replied. The sun was starting to come down as the two boys walked their bicycles home alongside each other. Gabe had told him that his butt was a little sore from the pounding that Chuck had given him earlier, so he decided to accompany Gabe's slow pace home out of solidarity for the poor little blondie.

"I hope you're not mad at me," Gabe added.

"Why, Why would I be mad at you?" the older boy gave his diminutive companion a quizzical look.

"I dunno," the chubby boy shrugged, "I thought you might just think that what happened back there was too weird, and then you wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore."

Andrew had to admit that it did felt a little weird seeing all of that unfold before his eyes, but the weirdest thing ever was perhaps that he was not completely against what had happened. Already he could feel his cock stirring when he recalled everything in that restroom, of how Gabe had so expertly serviced his hidden desires, and how Chuck had ravaged the little boy's body much to his viewing pleasure. Most of all, he recalled how much he had envied the way Chuck had treated Gabe, and that he was secretly wishing that he was the one who had been in Chuck's place at the time.

The freckled boy thought about this for a while, before a thought crossed his mind. "Tell you what, Gabe," he spoke out, "I won't get mad at you under one condition."

"What's that?" the chubby blonde boy perked up.

Andrew could feel the heat rising up to his face as he went on, "I, uh, I promise I won't get mad at you if, well, if you teach me everything about this, um, thing you got going on with that Chuck guy." He could feel he was blushing even harder as he added, "A-And, uh, and I mean everything."

The little blonde angel looked at his older companion with a look of disbelief, before the same naughty grin from before reappeared on his face. "Sure!" he said with a twinkle in his eyes, "I'll show you all there is to know about it! In fact, how about if we start tonight?"

"Tonight?" It was Andrew's turn now to look at his companion with disbelief.

"Yeah! I mean, it's summer vacation, right? We don't have to worry about waking up early and junk," the little one chirped happily, "We can have a sleepover together! And then, I get to show you all the fun stuff you've been missing out!"

The child's enthusiasm was certainly infectious as Andrew couldn't help but smile as he nodded in agreement. He wasn't quite sure what Gabe meant by all the things he had been missing out on, but he was certain it would be worth the anticipation. After all, Gabe promised him an exciting adventure when they set out from his home that afternoon, and an exciting adventure is precisely what he was embarking on with his best friend by his side.

Chapter two
How to be a latino lover

Ten-year-old Andrew Winfeld gasped as he could feel nine-year-old Gabe's smooth bubble butt slamming down repeatedly against his aching loins. He had been desperate for release for half an hour now, but the crafty little cherub has been playing it coy and slowing down the rate of his rapid self-impalement on his older companion's dick each time Andrew was nearing his climax. Even worse was the fact that he couldn't control the sly imp's pacing by grabbing his hips to drive his throbbing erection up Gabe's warm and moist love canal since the blonde little angel who was happily riding him cowboy style at the moment had tied Andrew's hands by the wrists behind his back before they began.

It has been two days and three nights since Andrew was introduced to the well-kept secret hidden away in the unfinished section of the nearby Highway Mall, where Gabe and an adult man have opened his eyes to the wild world of sex between males. From that point on, he knew he was hooked, and the next two days and three nights were spent furthering his knowledge on how to produce pleasure from his still immature body under Gabe's keen tutelage. The little imp was more than happy to share his knowledge on the matter, and each time they met Andrew continued to be surprised over how experienced Gabe was when it comes to boy-on-boy sex.

For their first session, he had shown Andrew how to cum simply by touching their genitals together and humping them against one another's hairless prepubescent loins. Immediately after that, the chubby blonde cherub went on to teach the older boy how to mutually pleasure each other by sucking on their dicks at the same time, something that Andrew was hesitant to try at first but then simply couldn't get enough of in the end. From sucking to teasing and even to rimming and kissing, Andrew was an eager student in each of his lessons, which culminated in a step-by-step in the finer points of butt-fucking.

Naturally, Gabe took the position of the power bottom, because not only was he more experienced, but also because Andrew's four-inch [10 cm] wood was better suited for the job than his modest two-inch [5 cm] stub. This was what eventually led to Andrew's current predicament, for being uneducated in the art of fucking as he was, the older boy was too quick to shoot his guns the moment his sensitive prick was enveloped by the tight, warm, pulsing canals of Gabe's anus. The child had tried to instruct Andrew on how to hold his load so that both of them could get their rocks off, but each time the older boy got close to cumming his instincts would take over and he would seize Gabe's hips to ram his bubble butt and selfishly pursue his own climax. After three failed tries, Gabe had had enough and snatched the game controller from Andrew's PC, bound the older boy's wrist with the cords, and decided that he was going to teach his best friend a lesson.

That lesson was certainly well-learned, as Andrew groaned in frustration as he was continually denied that sweet release he craved with every fiber of his being. Each time he came close, Gabe would do everything from slowing down to disengaging his rump from the older boy's aching penis altogether, all the while teasing the four-inch [10 cm] prick with his hole just enough to keep him hard but not quite to make him cum. Whenever Andrew would thrust up Gabe would craftily dodge upwards to avoid complete penetration, and whenever Andrew relaxed the blonde cherub would push down to make just the head of Andrew's prick pop into his rectum.

"Gabe," the freckle-faced older boy whimpered, feeling like he was about to lose his mind from this sweet torture, "Gabe, please!"

As much as he enjoyed being the one in control, the chubby tyke didn't have the heart to continue punishing his best friend this way as his small hands played with the older boy's chest and nipples before sighing, "Okay. I think you've learned your lesson, Drew." With that, he lowered his butt onto Andrew's groin to once again sink the twitching four inch [10 cm] dick into his slick hole, much to the freckle-faced boy's delight as he gave an appreciative moan. Gabe didn't waste another second and went straight to business, planting his legs on either side of Andrew's body before bouncing up and down along the length of his best friend's cock.

Once again, Andrew was in heaven as he could feel his throbbing shaft thrusting in and out of Gabe's moist chute. This time around, he allowed the little boy to completely have his way with him, going as fast or as slow as he pleased while gasping and panting along the thrilling ride. He could also feel the tip of his immature cock brushing against something deep inside of Gabe, and each time it did the little blondie would moan and double down on the speed at which he was bouncing around on Andrew's erection.

The king-sized bed was now creaking along to the soprano yips and yelps of two frenzied prepubescent boys drowning in the pleasures of each other's bodies. Their groans and sighs were interspersed with hard smacks of bare skin slapping against one another as Gabe was determined to jam the entire length of his pal's modest dick to get more of that ticklish feeling deep in his rectum. His cute little stub was twitching like crazy, and Drew could feel it pressing against his belly when Gabe laid down to rest his head on the older boy's chest.

"Oh Drew," the little boy sighed, still moving his hips to and fro to continue riding his friend's tool, "Do it! Do it faster!"

Andrew didn't need to be told twice and started thrusting up to fuck Gabe's pert little bubble butt as fast and hard as he could. The little boy reacted by arching his back down to meet each of Andrew's vigorous thrusts with an equal amount of force. Soon the two boys found a rhythm that suited them both and were fucking each other with the vigor and ferocity that only the young could possess.

The older boy could feel the pressure building up in his loins, and everything he picked up with his senses only served to push him even further. The smell of Gabe's hair, the weight of his small chubby body on top of his, and the warmth of his anal cavity made him go a little bit faster, fuck a bit harder, and groan a bit louder with each passing second. He was crazy for this little boy who was hugging him tight and kissing his nipples right now, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in his bubble butt, despite his balls refusing to produce anything just yet.

There was no way for Andrew to last any longer the way the two of them were going down on each other right now. Lucky for him, Gabe managed to reach the finish line first when he gave a long moan and hugged Andrew's body tight as his tiny stub of a hard penis twitched wildly between Andrew's belly and his own. The older boy sucked his breath through his clenched teeth as he could feel Gabe's anal muscles convulsing and milking his penis, and with a couple of last hard thrusts he pushed up to nestle the tip of his dick on that magical sweet spot deep inside the little boy's rectum.

Both the older and younger boy came to a bumpy climax, their hearts racing at a million miles per second as they shivered and shuddered about for a while before relaxing back on the bed. Their breaths were heavy and labored, Andrew doubly so for he was holding up Gabe's body weight on top of his chest. He didn't mind it all that much, however, and in fact, secretly loved the feeling of being this close to his little friend. Without a doubt, this was his favorite part of his education, right next to the actual sex of course, where the two of them would just lay there against one another while slowly coming down from their mutually intense sexual high.

In fact, he loved it so much that he almost hated the feeling of not being in contact with Gabe's skin as the little boy slid off of him and laid on his side while flashing a great big happy smile. "That was the best one yet," he sighed dreamily, "Good going, Drew. Took a few tries, but you got it right by the end."

"Thanks," Andrew gave a sheepish smile. It felt a little weird to be congratulated by the guy whose ass you just pummelled with your dick, but somehow he felt happy when said guy also happened to be Gabe. "Say, uh, can, can you untie me now?"

"Oh, I dunno," the imp's smile changed into a playful grin, "What if we wanna fool around again later?"

"It's 1 AM, Gabe," a frown formed on the older boy's freckled brow, "I gotta go to sleep!"

"Relax! I'm just messing with you," the little boy chuckled with delight, though Andrew wasn't sure if he was joking or not until he actually took the time to untie the knot. After all, the last time they did it, they started at nine and only managed to finish up at two in the morning. He knew that Gabe was a boundless bundle of energy to begin with, but when it comes to sex, he seemed to have double the reserve.

"I'll never figure out how you can mess around so much in one night and still wake up so early in the morning," Andrew yawned as he massaged his wrists, before laying back down on his pillow. Both boys were still very much naked but neither of them even bothered to think of putting their clothes back on. Andrew's parents won't be back from their business trip until Thursday, so nobody would be walking into his room and be surprised to see two naked sleeping boys who smelled suspiciously like sweat and sex anytime soon.

"Oh this is nothing," Gabe said as he got under the covers and wrapped his arms around Andrew's bare torso, "One time, Pablo Martinez and I did it for so long we only slept for like an hour or so. And it was a school night too!"

"Wait, what?" Andrew was suddenly wide-awake, as he turned to look at Gabe.

"Yeah he got into trouble for falling asleep in class," the little imp giggled, "Lucky for him, the soccer game was coming up, so he didn't get a detention or nothing."

"No, I mean, you and Pablo Martinez, uh, well, mess around too? Like we did?" the older boy pursued.

"Well, not exactly like we did," the blonde said with a wide yawn, "He likes to do it a little slower, and his thing is a lot bigger too. It doesn't make me feel like a stuffed turkey like when Chuck sticks it in, but I can feel him all the way up to my belly, y'know?"

"Oh," Andrew said, feeling a slight twinge on his chest, "I, I see."

"Well, g'nite," Gabe said as he snuggled in close to nestle against Andrew's chest, completely oblivious to his friend's odd reaction. For his part, Andrew draped his left arm above Gabe's little head to play with a few strands of blonde hair on the nape of his neck. His innocent sleeping face belied the nature of a promiscuous little sex fiend underneath, and Andrew couldn't help but lie awake wondering about what he just learned.

Pablo Martinez, the sixth grade top student and star athlete of Pinewood Heights Elementary, was a 'regular' of his best friend. Not only that, Gabe also made an easy comparison between how similar Chuck and Pablo had managed to satisfy him in a way that took him more than three tries to get right. So many thoughts raced across his mind but chief among them was this: if Pablo Martinez was so good then why did Gabe decide to still hang around him?

Andrew couldn't exactly describe the feeling he was going through as he laid there listening to the soft breathing of his naked best friend. One thing was for sure, however, and that was his head was filled with thoughts about Pablo Martinez and they were definitely not the good kind. Instead of thinking if the handsome Hispanic kid had taken it up the ass that day they encountered him near the Mall's restroom, he instead thought about what would it feel like to drive his fist right into the sixth grader's pearly white teeth.

He was starting to think that he hated Pablo Martinez, yet he couldn't quite figure out why.

****

The next day Andrew decided to look for some answers by confronting Pablo Martinez directly. He has heard that the sixth-grader frequented the basketball court in the park not too far away from Andrew's home, but the moment he got there all he saw was a bunch of other kids playing a game with no Pablo in sight. He wanted to go on over and asked if any of them had seen the tall Hispanic boy, when Andrew saw him disappearing past the corner of the restroom area furthest away from the park.

Curiosity got the better of him, especially since there was a restroom not too far away from the court itself. He wondered if maybe the hispanic boy needed to take a dump and wanted something a bit more private, and a wicked smile dawned on Andrew's face. What could possibly be more awesome than to catch Pablo Martinez, the perfect little star of Pinewood Elementary, taking the noisiest, messiest dump in the most public place ever? Surely, he would never be able to live it down, and the thought filled Andrew's heart with an evil sense of glee.

He was still grinning and snickering to himself as he imagined the look on Pablo's face when he burst through the restroom door while making his way towards the rectangular brick structure. The joke was on him, however, for as he approached the men's area he could faintly hear the unmistakable sound of bare flesh slapping against flesh and the hurried, erratic breathing of two males engaging in hard, passionate sex. One of the voices sounded to be Pablo Martinez's, while the other one is a lot deeper and masculine as he growled in a mixture of Spanish and English.

"Call me papi, mijo!" Andrew could hear the man panted aloud from inside the men's room area, "Ay! Call me papi!"

"Si! Si!" came Pablo's familiar voice in response, "Fuck mi culo, papi! Fuck mi culo! Ohh! Aaaah!"

Andrew grew an instant woodie at that moment, listening to the howls of pleasure coming from the supposed star pupil of his school. He was in a dilemma, thinking that the best solution for this situation was to simply walk away and never look back. His primal urges won the turmoil, however, as he decided to open the door to the men's room for just a little bit and peered inside to get a clearer picture.

On the wide-open area of the men's room was Pablo Martinez, the very same boy who was the object of his envy, bending over with his legs spread wide and his hands firmly placed on his knees. Behind him was a Hispanic man in a dingy blue t-shirt with a beer logo on the front, his hands gripping tight around the sixth grader's hips as he drove his impressive male organ right in between the boy's pert athletic buns. Both Pablo's basketball shorts and the man's jeans were dropped in a bunch on their respective ankles, which Andrew figured meant that they were either in a hurry or cautious of being caught or, more likely than not, both. Either way, it showed that this was not the first time they had done this and that very thought caused a lot of questions to pop up in Andrew's head.

Who was this man fucking Pablo in the ass? Was he just like Chuck too from back at the Mall? If that was true, then was this place also just like the hidden public restroom over at the mall? A place where boys and men can fool around without the slightest fear of getting caught? How long has this been going on, and more importantly, does Gabe also knows about this place yet choose not to tell him about it?

The thoughts swirled around in his head as he watched the man plow into Pablo Martinez's ass, mesmerized over the force and speed of their coupling. He and Gabe were no strangers to fucking as hard and as intense as rabbits when they got particularly horny for each other, but the way the man handled Pablo and making the star athlete moan and whimper and shook his head from side to side with delight somehow felt very different than how they would do it. It was raw, it was primal, and especially to Andrew, it was hot as all hell!

He unconsciously rubbed his hard penis through the fabric of his jeans as he could hear the man panted his words aloud once more. "Ooh I'm close!" he hollered, "Cometelo! Cometelo todo!"

Andrew wasn't sure what those words meant, but the meaning became clear when the man pulled his dick out of Pablo's ass and the sixth-grader was quick to fall to his knees and popped the engorged member into his mouth. The twelve-year-old Hispanic boy bobbed vigorously on the man's cock, slathering his male organ with a generous coat of his saliva, as he slurped loudly, while holding on to the man's large and slight hairy asscheeks. After several thrusts into the prepubescent boy's mouth, the man placed his hands on the back of Pablo's head before pulling him close to sink the entire length of his dick into Pablo's mouth, and from the way, Pablo was visibly gulping, Andrew knew the man had shot all of his viscous load straight down the athletic twelve year old boy's throat.

Knowing full well that the show was over, Andrew decided to make himself scarce and dashed over to the bushes not too far away from the secluded restroom. He could hear some inaudible murmurs from the place but it was too faint to make out, and not too long after Pablo and the man walked out from the restroom all dressed up nice and tidy as if nothing had happened. They went on their separate ways, with Pablo jogging up to the basketball court while waving at his friends to start up a round of three-on-three with an opposing team.

All the while Andrew watched him from his hiding place with even more confused feelings than before. First, it was Gabe, now it was this strange man, and let's not forget the time they saw him in the Highway Mall where he had no doubt done pretty much the same thing with Chuck as well. Was Pablo Martinez just the kind of guy who would fool around with everybody, boys and men alike, with little to zero attachment to any one of them?

He wasn't too sure about the answer to that, but there's one thing he knew for sure: he needed to confront Pablo Martinez about this or else he would never get rid of this strange feeling rattling around in his heart and mind.

****

"Hey, Pablo?"

"Oh, hey Andy," the hispanic boy replied with a friendly smile, "Wassup, man?"

"Um, well," Andrew hesitated, "Can, can I talk to you for a bit?"

"Sure!"

"In, um, in private."

Pablo raised a thick dark eyebrow at that. "Uh, okay, but why can't we talk here?" he motioned towards the near empty basketball court. The game had just concluded with Pablo's team on the winning side of course, and it was practically abandoned, save for one or two stragglers who were still talking animatedly amongst themselves.

"It's, it's not something we can talk about here," Andrew shifted his gaze between Pablo and the few remaining folks around, before leaning in closer towards the hispanic boy and said in a slight whisper, "It's, um, about the restroom. Back there." The last part was added with a nod towards the secluded restroom where he saw him engaged in blatant public sex with a stranger, before adding, "And, you know, the other restroom. At the Mall."

The tall sixth grader paused for a second before a knowing smile dawned on his handsome face as he mouthed a silent "Aah." He then nodded to confirm that he understood the meaning of Andrew's words before adding, "Well okay, lead the way, amigo!"

"R-Right," Andrew gave pause as he was at a loss on what to say, before quickly adding, "Um, okay, follow me!"

The realities of his plan to confront Pablo regarding their little encounter have not worked out the same way he had imagined it would. At first, Andrew thought the popular boy would be more shocked and uncomfortable over his approach, before he would take him to a very familiar place and take advantage of the sixth grader's uneasiness to press him on the subject of his 'restroom activities' and, perhaps most important of all, his best friend Gabe. Instead, he found Pablo being as calm and friendly as he has always been, as Andrew lead him to the very same restroom he had spied him in earlier.

"Okay, so here we are," Pablo started.

"Um, y-yeah," Andrew replied.

"In…the men's room."

"Uh…yeah."

Once again, the awkward silence descended between the two boys, and Andrew just couldn't understand why he kept freezing up in front of Pablo. Sure he's heard some of the older girls in school saying that the twelve year old's confident gait and striking good looks could 'bring all the girls to the yard,' whatever that means, but he was certain that the whole reason he brought Pablo here was not to admire his close-cropped hair, perfect jawline, and healthy olive skin. At least, he thought he wasn't, yet here he was gaping at the sixth grader and doing precisely that anyway.

Pablo broke the silence as he gave a loud sigh before saying, "Okay Andy, do you just wanna skip the talk and get down to business?"

"H-Huh?"

"Y'know, this is pretty strange," Pablo gave a light chuckle as he added, "I never expected something like this out of someone like you."

"You didn't?" Andrew felt a bit puzzled.

"Yeah," the sixth grader said, before moving in close towards Andrew and cupping the front of the ten-year-olds jeans with his right hand. "This is what you wanted right?"

"Wha-?" the freckle-faced boy couldn't finish his sentence, as the all too familiar tingling in his loins made him gasp aloud. The way Pablo expertly groped and massaged his modest four-incher [10 cm] into a raging boner made him weak at the knees, and the way he coaxed him to lean back onto the wall made his heart thump faster in his chest. There was something so masculine, so dominating, and yet so caring in the way Pablo leaned in close to him that he found himself surrendering to the tall and handsome boy's will.

"I knew it'd be something like this when you mentioned the restrooms," Pablo spoke in a breathy tone, "Though the park's toilet is a lot riskier than the Mall's, so we gotta make this quick."

"Wha, whuh, huh?" Andrew sputtered, still at a loss for words over this sudden turn of events. His mind was a whirlwind of scattered thoughts as he could feel Pablo reaching for the button of his jeans. Before he could react, the twelve year old boy already unclasped and unzipped Andrew's jeans to release his throbbing hard-on from the confines of his white briefs.

"Wow," Pablo gave a low whistle, "That's a real looker! Give it a few years, and you'll be the talk of the town!"

Despite his initial feelings towards the boy in front of him, his words somehow made Andrew swell up with pride. There was something about the fact that someone who was as handsome, talented, and kind as Pablo said those words that made Andrew feel so contented about himself. He found himself to be putty in Pablo's hands, and he was taken completely under his spell as he allowed the older boy to stroke his erection with his long, coarse fingers.

"Ooh, aah, nnh," the ten-year-old groaned in delight, savoring the way the hispanic boy's digits teased and tweaked his most sensitive spot. He felt so small and yet so protected as Pablo laid his other hand behind Andrew's head and made their foreheads touch each other's.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Pablo whispered with a smile, "Don't worry, Imma take real good care of you." The way he spoke was so disarming that Andrew almost completely gave in to the older boy's gentle caresses if he hadn't all of a sudden remembered about Gabe. Somehow the very thought of his best friend and this perfect specimen of a boy-god fooling around like this, or even more than this, reignited the intense feeling he has been harboring for all the better part of the day.

"N-no…no!!" he shouted as he pushed Pablo away. The hispanic boy was not alone in his surprise over Andrew's action, for the freckle-faced boy himself was equally shocked upon realizing what he had just done. "I…um…I, I'm sorry!" he said as he hastily tidied himself back up, "P-Please, just, forget about it!"

Still zipping up his jeans as he burst through the men's room door, Andrew broke out into a run as he left a confused Pablo Martinez gazing after him. A tornado of emotions overwhelmed him, not the least of which was him wondering what the hell just happened back there. He had stormed out of the house with every intention of giving the tall boy a piece of his mind, but he ended coming incredibly close to letting the handsome star of the school have his way with him.

One thing became very obvious after this little encounter, however, and that was he was no longer sure if he hated Pablo Martinez or secretly wishing it was him who was two-timing Gabe by having sex with the twelve-year-old instead.

****

"Argh! What's wrong with me!?" Andrew shouted as he tossed a pillow to the floor in anger. He had been lounging around in bed ever since he ran back home from his botched attempt to confront Pablo Martinez that afternoon. Each second that passed by was spent reminiscing the details of what went wrong, but what frustrated him the most was that each time he got to a certain point he would pop a woody without fail.

The point in question would be when Pablo had leaned in close to him and nearly made him shot his load under the care of his expert hand. He could still remember every detail of it all, from the way the twelve-year-old's lean body overshadowed him completely to the way he smelled of a mixture of sweat and natural boy musk. When he gets to the part where Pablo started playing with his dick, said dick would start to inflate by itself and Andrew would be forced to calm himself down before the whole thing started all over again.

Then there was also the way that man earlier took charge of Pablo's tall athletic body and plowed his bubble butt, all while the boy in question looked as though he was enjoying the greatest thrill ride no theme park in the world could possibly provide. Despite being only two years older than he was, the Pablo Martinez he saw being butt-fucked by that man in that men's room somehow felt much older and much more experienced in the ways of sex than even Gabe ever was. He wondered if Pablo had somehow shared that experience with his best friend Gabe to turn him into the sex fiend that he knew him to be today, and somehow the thought Pablo touching his best friend in the same gentle and manly manner that he did to Andrew earlier this afternoon only infuriates him even further.

He was spared from stewing in his own confused rage a moment longer when the doorbell rang. Gabe was coming over for the night as usual, and Andrew leapt out of bed to rush down the stairs, eager to greet the guest he has been looking forward to all day. He had thought that perhaps his 'playtime' with Gabe would take his mind (and boner) away from Pablo Martinez, which was why the smile he was wearing vanished when he opened the front door and saw the boy that haunted his thoughts was standing right there next to his blonde best friend.

"Heya, Drew!" the bubbly imp chirped happily.

"Hello," Pablo gave a more quiet greeting with an apologetic look.

"Wha, whuh, wh-what are you doing here!?" Andrew demanded.

"I thought you said you wanted to see me tonight," the little boy replied as he showed off his backpack, "See? I got all my stuff with me."

"Not you! I meant him!" the freckle-faced boy jabbed an accusing finger at the general direction of the sixth-grader standing beside Gabe.

Despite knowing where the question was being aimed at, the chubby nine-year-old blonde took the liberty of answering anyway. "Oh, right," Gabe went on, "Well I was on my way to your place when I saw Pablo walking down the street lookin' all weird n' stuff. So I asked him what's up, and then he told me what happened. You know, in the park?"

He could feel his blood rushing up to his face and down to his groin at the same time when he heard those words. Gabe was sporting the widest grin over his older pal's reaction, but Pablo kept his rather grim, remorseful look as he scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner. The three stood in silence gazing at one another before Pablo finally cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Listen, Andy, is it okay if I come in for a sec?" the hispanic boy said, "I promise I'll leave if you want me to after. Okay?"

Those puppy dog eyes, that sorrowful expression, and that genuinely sincere tone was a lethal combination against Andrew's steely resolve to kick the tall hispanic boy off of his front porch. There was always something about Pablo that made him lower his guard every time, even when the logical part of his brain kept on screaming for him not to do that. The freckle-faced boy knew there was nothing left he can do as he sighed in defeat before he pushed the open door wider, stepped aside, and said in a begrudging tone, "Fine. Come on in."

He ushered his two guests in before closing the door behind them and locking up for the night. As Gabe was quite used to being in the house all the time, he made himself quite at home in the spacious living room furnished with comfortable couches and sofas with various magazines strewn about on the coffee table and was quick to toss his backpack on one of said couches and plopped himself down alongside it. Conversely, this was the hispanic boy's first visit here and he couldn't help but gawk over the large television set, the cozy fireplace, and the myriad of knick knacks adorning the bookshelves all around the wooden-paneled room.

"Nice place you got here," Pablo said after a low whistle.

"Yeah, yeah it's nice," Andrew replied impatiently, "Now whaddya want?"

Once again Pablo bowed his head before he went on, "I'm really sorry about what happened in the park earlier. When I saw you and Gabe back at the Mall, I thought you and Gabe were old hats in, well, you know. I didn't know that that was your first time being there, and up to that point you were still practically a virgin."

This was the first time he's heard the word 'virgin' was used to refer to a guy and yet somehow Andrew took offense on that, especially when the word was spoken by this handsome devil who had left him so dazed and confused over the better part of the day. "Oh, oh yeah?" he said with a bluster, "Well, well I'll have you know that I ain't no virgin! Me and Gabe have done it lots of times, so there's no way I can possibly still be a virgin!"

Pablo blinked a few times before turning towards the blonde who was lounging on the sofa with the biggest naughty grin plastered across his chubby little face. "You're right," the hispanic boy gave an awkward smile, "He really is still new to all this!"

"See? I told you!" giggled the imp in amusement.

Andrew looked back and forth between the two of them in confusion. Why is Gabe agreeing with him? He's sucked his dick, came in his ass, and has even kissed him in his sweet little mouth. So why were these two acting as if he doesn't know anything about anything just yet?

Pablo broke the silence by regarding him with a gentle expression as he went on, "Look, Andy, I feel really bad about what happened earlier. I felt like I took advantage of you and I want to make it up to you. Is it okay if I do that for you at least?"

Despite how he said those words, Pablo's request sounded more like a command instead. The oldest boy's charm and kind sincerity somehow managed to worm their way into the better part of Andrew's judgment as he felt powerless to resist him. "What, what do you have in mind?" he replied, feeling a lot less hostile than he was before towards his new guest.

Once again, the hispanic boy-god glanced a knowing look at the little blonde imp lounging at the couch. When Gabe nodded his approval, Pablo grinned mischievously as he slipped both thumbs under the elastic band of his basketball shorts before pulling them down to his ankles and completely off his legs. Andrew gasped as his eyes were immediately drawn at what Pablo has between his slight toned calves: a healthy, toffee brown circumcised five-inch [12.5 cm] rod that was quite thick for its size, with balls that were starting to drop and a few wisps of pubic hair forming at its base.

"Well for starters, how about I let you have a go at my butt?" the sixth-grader said as he turned around to show off his smooth pair of flawless mocca buttocks.

The smooth pair of globes looked so taut, no doubt from all of those hours he had spent playing basketball or soccer or just about any sports he can get into. True to his appearance of someone who straddled the lines of a young boy and budding manhood, Pablo's alluring pair of buns looked to be a better version of what Andrew was used to driving his cock into and he found himself almost unconsciously drooling at the sight his eyes were feasting upon. It also caused his body to react in the most honest way possible, inflating his penis to form a tent underneath the fabric of his jeans, and he wondered if that man from the park's restroom earlier also had the same reaction before he mercilessly plowed into the twelve year old boy's perfect little hiney.

"I, um, uh…"

"Here, I'll help you out," Gabe said as he rummaged around in his backpack before pulling out a small bottle of lube. Throughout their sleepovers, Andrew has become familiar with the bottle containing the slippery watery-like substance, for he would always slather a generous coating of the stuff on his dick once Gabe demanded he ravaged his little bubble butt with his modest hard-on. However, this was the very first time he saw Gabe applying it into the puckered butthole of another boy, and the sight of Gabe's small digits groping around in the hispanic boy's anus caused his already hard dick to twitch in his pants.

Pablo started breathing slow and heavy as the chubby cherub plundered the depths of his hole, savoring the three little fingers that stretched and slathered his innards with a generous coating of water-based lubricant. For a good long while, the little boy groped about in the oldest boy's pooper, before pulling out his fingers to admire his handiwork and turning to the freckle-faced boy as he nodded his approval. "Okay, he's good to go!" Gabe announced, "C'mon Drew, what are you waiting for?"

The invitation sounded more like a challenge to Andrew. So far he only managed to satisfy one little imp who was crazy about sex anyway. Can his modest four-inch[10 cm] hard-on really do any favors to this tall twelve-year-old now bending over on all fours on his living room carpet?

Despite his uncertainty, he knew the raging urges in his loins will not allow him to back down as he sighed in resignation. The brown-haired boy unbuckled his jeans and took off both them and his undies in one fell swoop, his throbbing cock wagging along as he made his way towards a smiling Pablo. He didn't say a word as he seized the older boy's large hips with both hands to steady himself, aimed at the winking bullseye, and gulped down hard before thrusting his hips forward to sink the entire length of his dick into Pablo's chute.

The warmth and tightness of the Hispanic boy's hole surprised him, considering how easy it was for the man in the park earlier to drive his cock repeatedly up the sixth grader's butt. The athletic twelve year old then surprised him when he gyrated his hips and teasingly clenched his anal muscles to make Andrew gasp in shock. "Do it at your own pace, Andy," Pablo said as he craned his neck to look back, "I've handled bigger dicks before, so you don't have to worry about hurting me."

He was unsure if Pablo was just stating facts or taunting him, but Andrew took up the oldest boy on his offer and started to pump his hips back and forth. It was slow at first, but he picked up his speed at a steady pace and soon was slamming his groin against the hispanic boy's buttocks with a gusto. The warmth of Pablo's sphincter muscles wrapped around his throbbing erection made him moan in pleasure, and Pablo couldn't help but smile as he sighed when each thrust of Andrew's hips caused the tip of the younger boy's dick to tickle the sweet spot hidden deep in the recesses of his anus.

"Oh yeah, that's it!" Pablo cheered him on, "Keep doing it like that! Yeah!"

Andrew was lost in cloud nine as he hunched over and pumped into Pablo's ass in an even more vigorous manner. With each thrust the pressure in his loins began building up into the all too familiar tingles that spread all the way down his spine, and so focused was he on what he was doing that he did not notice Gabe coming up from behind with the bottle of lube and three fingers at the ready. The freckle-faced boy gave a surprised yelp when the little digits invaded his pooper and gave a low moan when they roamed around massaging the walls of his innards to coat them with the cold goopy substance.

"Gee, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're starting to enjoy this, Drew," Gabe giggled as he shoved his lube-coated fingers in and out of Andrew's hole.

As much as he hated to admit it, the fingers in his butthole did excite him as he pushed his butt out to demand his best friend plunder his fanny even more. Doing so however deprived him of the comfort and warmth of Pablo's welcoming hole, as he was forced to exit the older boy's rectum each time he pushed his butt out to meet Gabe's probing fingers. The only thing he could do was move faster so that he wouldn't be robbed of either for too long, and as a result soon he was pummeling Pablo's pert brown butt at a furious pace as he shook his head around in delirious ecstasy.

"Ooh! Ooh! Uungh! Aaah!" Andrew groaned in frustration, gripping Pablo's hips tight as he thrust in and out of the moist love canal with every intent of cumming.

"Ughh! Ooh! Ayy!" Pablo moaned as he felt the fourth grader's dick rubbing his prostate even faster. He then seized his own penis with his right hand, pumping at the engorged shaft as he felt he too was inching closer and closer to that sweet release. The two boys moved together as one, bare skin slapping against bare skin as both savored the delicious feeling of having their boy prostates mercilessly tickled and teased.

Andrew could feel the older boy he was buttfucking came first, grunting like a horse as he gripped his dick tight while jets of clear and sticky fluid shot out of his piss hole to splatter all across the living room carpet. The contractions of Pablo's anal muscles when he came milked his already sensitive penis, and he gasped aloud as he felt himself barreling across the edge before arching his back to bury his dick as deep as he could into the Hispanic boy's ass hole. Gabe's fingers stretching his rectum did him no favors either, and Andrew's lithe young body shook and shuddered as he felt himself cumming as he had never done before.

The brown-haired freckle-faced boy flopped around like a rag doll for a bit, riding the highs of the best orgasm in his young life so far before he felt his knees growing weak and buckled underneath his own weight. He fell forward on top of Pablo's back, gasping and panting on the older boy's sweat-drenched skin, as he could feel Gabe removing his three fingers from his loosened hole. He finds it strange that when Gabe had first jammed them into his butt, he was feeling all sorts of discomfort, but now that the fingers are gone he kinda wished they were still there due to this sudden feeling of emptiness that grew to overwhelm him deep inside.

"You looked like you still want to have some fun," Gabe giggled as he correctly guessed the expression Andrew was wearing, "Don't worry, we're just getting started. Right, Pablo?"

The freckle-faced boy was still too out of it to respond when the Hispanic boy underneath him gently pushed him off his back and down onto the carpet. "Well, you know me," Andrew heard Pablo speak amidst several deep breaths, "I can never pass up on guys like you or Andy." At first, he wasn't sure what he meant by that as Pablo's gentle hands rolled him onto his back on the carpet, but when those very same hands hooked under his thighs to lift his legs up, the meaning of those words became very clear as Andrew watched Pablo's dick hardened once more and lining up with his exposed butthole.

"W-Wait…" he panted, still too spent to make his escape. Gabe's fingers were one thing, but he imagined a full-fledged five-inch [12.5 cm] dick with enough girth to tear up something inside him was a different story. Right at the moment, Andrew was thinking on how to plead for his life, Gabe laid down beside him and gave him a quick peck on his forehead. For some strange reason, the feeling of having his best friend whom he had been regularly having sex with on an almost nightly basis through the halcyon days of this summer puts him right at ease in front of the prospect of another, more mature boy's penis plundering the depth of his anal cavity.

"Don't worry, I've loosened you up enough so you'll be able to take Pablo in with no problem," the chubby cherub said as he put his arms around Andrew for comfort, "Trust me, it'll be okay, and it'll feel real good too!"

He turned his attention from the blonde angel who was hugging him close to the hispanic boy with the hard-on waiting for his approval. It felt really strange to have these two care so much about him, especially considering what one of them was about to do to his poor unsuspecting tender young ass. Despite it all, he felt a certain kind of warmth being in the company of these two horny boys, and the freckle-faced boy gulped down his anxiety before nodding his approval towards the twelve-year-old looming over him.

Pablo did not need to be told twice, as he lined up his dick and sank his shaft into the quivering hole in one slow thrust. Though there was some pain at the start, it all went down exactly as Gabe told him, as the twelve-year-old penis snaked its way into his innards with very little resistance. Andrew could feel Pablo's conquering tool immediately filling up the emptiness he felt in his belly from before, and when the tip of the engorged organ brushed against his sweet spot, he could feel electricity rushing through his immature body as his limping penis perked up into a raging hard-on in an instant.

"Ah!" Andrew gasped, savoring the organ that was plugging him up. He could see Pablo closing his eyes while licking his lips and scrunching his brow, pausing for a moment as Andrew's anal muscles involuntarily clenched around his meat. He then opened his eyes to gaze straight down at the freckle-faced boy's brown eyes, a drunken look and a naughty grin on his face before he started to move his hips back and forth in a slow, determined pace.

Andrew shuddered with delight each time the penis up his butt was rammed home into the deepest recesses of his love canal. The bulbous head of the athletic sixth grader's dick was continuously tickling his magic spot deep within his rectum, and the more it did, the more excited the boy became. Gabe wasn't helping matters either as the sly little imp had moved one hand down to tweak and tug on Andrew's throbbing hard-on between his chubby little fingers, and pretty soon the lanky ten-year-old boy was panting and gasping as he pushed his hips up to meet each and every one of Pablo's thrust.

The hispanic boy was more than happy to comply as he seized Andrew's hips and pulled him in with both hands before picking up the pace and slammed his smooth loins against the ten-year-old's plump asscheeks. The change in rhythm caught Andrew off guard, and the pressure began building up in his loins as he gave a long moan like a wounded animal. The blonde boy lying by his side soothed him by whispering into his ears as he continued to jerk him off and roamed his other hand all over the ecstatic boy's chest.

"Feels good, right?" Gabe whispered as he tweaked Andrew's nipples and causing the older boy to yelp in surprise, "So whaddya say, Drew? Do ya think you can forgive Pablo yet, for what he did?"

"Y-Yes…" the freckle-faced boy gave a tiny squeak, closing his eyes and savoring the pummelling his poor fanny was receiving.

"What's that?" the chubby blonde imp chuckled, pretending not to hear him, "I can't hear you. You gotta speak up a bit more!"

"Y-Yes," Andrew repeated, "Yes! Yes yes yes!" He shuddered with each word, unsure if he truly meant those words or merely shouting his approval as Pablo pumped into him at a steady beat.

"Yes, what?" Gabe teased once more amidst the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Yes, yes I forgive you!" Andrew shouted at the top of his lungs, "I forgive you, Pablo! I forgive you!" Now he was certain he was just telling what the blonde devil wanted to hear, for his mind was filled with nothing else but Pablo's dick up his butt. The feeling of being penetrated, the tingles of his prostate being teased, and coarse hands on his hips pulling on them to slam into nirvana made Andrew unable to think about anything else, as he savored the intense feelings now building up in his loins.

Gabe, however, seemed to be satisfied with his answer and kissed the brown-haired boy on his forehead. "That's my Drew," he said before letting go of his embrace, "And for being so nice to my friend Pablo, I'm going to reward you with something cool." With that, the blonde angel stood up, took off all of his clothes, and squatted facing Andrew right above his throbbing hard dick before lowering himself down to bury his best friend's cock into his warm little pooper.

Andrew's eyes shot wide open over the powerful new sensation of fucking his best friend while he himself was being fucked in the ass. It was so intense that he could feel the familiar tingles rushing up from his immature nut sacks and caused his slim four-inch[10 cm] dick to throb wildly within the confines of Gabe's anal cavity. However, the combination of Pablo's five-inch [12.5 cm] shaft nudging on his anal sweet spot repeatedly and the warmth of Gabe's chute caused him to remain hard even after his climax, and in no time at all, he found himself lolling his tongue as the nine-year-old blonde bounced his butt over his throbbing erection.

It's clear that Gabe and Pablo were running the show, as the Latino and blondie found a rhythm that used the best out of Andrew's virgin butthole and eager prepubescent dick. The two more experienced boys worked him like a puppet, pleasuring him both through his dick and his butt that caused him to moan and gasp in pleasure over and over again. At one point, Gabe craned his neck back to lock lips with Pablo and moaned into the hispanic boy's mouth as Pablo removed one hand from Andrew's hips to grope and massaged Gabe's bulging little boytits, all within sight of the freckle-faced boy to feast upon the erotic display performed by the two boy exhibitionists.

Pablo seemed to be the true master of ceremonies, however, as he was the one who directed the other two boys on where to take their wild and passionate threesome next. After plundering Gabe's mouth, he broke off their kiss while still pumping into Andrew's butt to guide the blondie down towards his best friend. With one hand over the back of Gabe's head, he coaxed him to suckle on Andrew's jutting nipples and caused the ten-year-old to yelp and coo his approval as loud and as delirious as possible.

The athletic young lad seemed eager to get the two younger kids to elicit even louder moans than before, as he used his size to his advantage to arrange them into a multitude of different positions, each of which was always accompanied with their groans of delight as Pablo twisted their sweaty young bodies around to his every whim. He would sit Andrew up to bounce him around on his cock and cause him to yelp incessantly, trapping a moaning nine-year-old Gabe between their two gyrating naked bodies as their smooth velvety skins rubbed against one another. He got them down on all fours, pumping vigorously into Andrew's no-longer-virgin butthole, which in turn forced Andrew to slam into the warm anus of his quivering little blonde best friend underneath him with equal force as the two kids hooted and hollered in unified sexual bliss.

Perhaps in the most impressive feat of strength for a young prepubescent boy ever, Pablo hooked his arms underneath Andrew's legs while the freckle-faced boy was facing away from him, and picked him up along with the nine-year-old cherub Andrew was fucking doggie style before thrusting up and down into his moist hole, while supporting both younger and smaller boys' weights with the strength of his athletic, slightly muscular arms.

That last power fucking elicited the loudest wails of lust from Gabe and cries of joy from Andrew. The part the freckle-faced boy loved the most was when Pablo laid him on his back on the carpet to fuck him missionary style, while Andrew continued to fuck his delirious nine-year-old best friend who was resting his back on top of his chest. The way Pablo looked down on both his and Gabe's faces as he pumped his dick into Andrew's butt set his heart all aflutter, and when Pablo stroked the gentle curls of his brown hair he knew he wanted nothing more than for the athletic twelve-year-old to continue to ravage his poor abused asshole exactly like this forever. He didn't even mind when Pablo bent down to give the panting Gabe a quick peck on his forehead, for the hispanic boy was soon locking lips with Andrew in a passionate tongue battle that drove the freckle-faced boy straight over the edge.

Andrew was the first to come, the dick up his butt and the butt plundered by his dick simultaneously being too much for him to bear, as he let out a low groan like a wounded animal while his dick twitched around like crazy within the confines of Gabe's anal cavity. The chubby little cherub let out a loud gasp as he could feel his prostate being tickled repeatedly, and he too joined Andrew in a violent thrashing about of a dry, powerful kiddie orgasm. As for Pablo, watching the two younger boys come to a bumpy climax and feeling Andrew's anal muscles milking his shaft, was all that he needed as he slammed into the ten-year-old's butt a couple more times before tensing up and spraying his innards with all the modest amount of clear sticky cum his still-developing balls could muster.

All three of the boys tensed up, savoring the moment of their mutual orgasms before relaxing their bodies and collapsing into a pile of limbs reeking of sweat, cum, and natural boyish musk on the carpet. Gabe was sandwiched between the gasping and heaving bodies of the two older boys before Pablo mercifully slipped his softening dick out of Andrew's butt and the hispanic boy slumped down to the right of the ten-year-old boy. Andrew's breathing was labored, not the least of which was caused by the chubby blondie who was still resting on top of him, while savoring the freckle-faced boy's cock still lodged up his butt.

"That was the best," Gabe panted aloud, "I haven't cum that hard since the first time Pablo put it up my butt."

"Yeah," the Hispanic boy sighed as he smiled, "I remember you said you were gonna die."

"Well how was I supposed to know I wasn't?" the little imp giggled, "Your peepee got so big I thought it was gonna come out of my mouth!"

Despite how filthy the things that were coming out of his mouth, Andrew couldn't help but to be amused over how candid Gabe can be with this sort of thing. He was slightly less amused, however, when the imp craned his neck to look up to him and said, "Hey, wanna go at it again?"

"Are you serious?" the brown-haired boy scowled at the little blondie lying on top of him. He knew that his best friend was a fiend when it comes to this sort of thing, but he never realized that he was this much of a fiend!

"It's not such a bad idea," Pablo chimed in, "This is Andy's first time, after all, so we gotta make it something he would remember." The Hispanic boy propped himself up on one elbow as he looked at Andrew square in the eyes and said, "Well how about it? Ready to go for another round? Since you've gotten used to me, this time around I won't hold back and really give it everything I got!"

Andrew's mind wandered over how powerful the orgasm Pablo had given him when he claimed he was holding back, and the thought of how much more powerful the feelings would be when Pablo decided to pull all the stops, sent tingles down his spine. He could feel his cock inflating once more within the confines of Gabe's anus, and he could hear the little blonde imp giggled mischievously as he felt the very same thing. "Ooh, I think Drew liked that idea!" the blondie cheered as his own little cocklet rose up in response, "C'mon Pablo! What are you waiting for?"

The Hispanic boy chuckled at Gabe's eagerness before he crawled back to where Andrew's legs were, hooked them under his arms, and raised them up to expose his winking, cum-smeared cavity. He then lined up the tip of his already hardening thick and full cock to rest onto the puckered bullseye, before he gazed upon the ten and nine-year-olds who were stacked on top of each other underneath him. "You ready?" he asked with a smile.

This time around the freckle-faced boy didn't wait too long to give his silent approval, before he felt the hard male organ invading his innards once more. As the thrusting motion caused his own hard male organ to thrust into his best friend moist love canal, he finally understood it all in an instant: this was just how Pablo was, a little latino lover who gave his love and lust freely to anyone and everyone he fancies all at the same time. Jealousy has no place in it, and he would only be missing out on more of the fun, if he could not let go of it.

As Pablo plowed into Andrew's butt with a renewed vigor and Gabe wailed like a fire truck on top of him, the freckle-faced boy decided to pay more attention to how his new Latino lover was educating him in sharing his body between two equally horny boys. Who knows, if he was lucky he might pick up a thing or two, and then maybe, in the future, Gabe would be bragging about his dick plowing his chubby little ass to another, new jealous lover.

Chapter three
Taking It Like a Man

Andrew Winfield has been staring at the cordless phone for ten minutes now, as if waiting for the moment the receiver to all of a sudden sprout legs and take off out of the kitchen. He had eaten the lunch his maid has prepared for him, took the phone call from his mother and father checking up on how he's been doing, and now as he sat on the high wooden stool facing the kitchen counter, he contemplated if he should pick up the receiver for the fourth time. The past three times he did, he only gathered up enough courage to bring the receiver to his ears before placing it back down on the countertop without dialing the number Pablo had provided for him.

It happened the day before yesterday, right after he learned the ways of a Latino lover and the glorious pleasure of sharing his body with two other equally horny prepubescent boys. Pablo, Gabe, and he had been working on each other's dicks and butts all night long so they felt they needed a well-deserved break, and all three boys had trotted down naked to the kitchen to grab a few refreshments from the big refrigerator situated opposite the kitchen island where the cordless phone can often be found. As always, Gabe was the one who got the ball rolling after he took several big gulps of milk straight from the carton and said, "Hey, d'ya think it's time we introduce Drew to Miguel yet?"

The name clearly meant something more to Pablo than Andrew, as the Hispanic boy stopped sipping his small bottle of orange juice as he gave Gabe a stern look and said, "I don't know if Andy is ready for him just yet, Gabe."

"Who's Miguel?" Andrew lowered his glass of water to pursue the subject. It was clear from the way the twelve-year-old Hispanic boy was looking back and forth between Gabe and Andrew that he did not feel too confident about answering the question. Something must have changed his mind, however, for he soon sighed in defeat as he placed his bottle of juice on the black marble kitchen island countertop.

"He's my uncle," Pablo answered while adding, "He's the guy you saw put it up my butt in the restroom earlier."

The images of the sexual encounter he happened to spy upon came rushing back to Andrew's memories. He could still recall how the man had plowed the olive-skinned boy's ass with such force and such ferocity it reduced the normally calm and composed sixth-grader star athlete into a quivering, whimpering mess. Seeing the way the adult male overpowered Pablo's slight muscular and slim, athletic build had excited him for some reason, and to think that the man was actually a blood relative of the Hispanic boy to boot! Andrew just could not believe what he was hearing at the moment!

"Your uncle!?" the ten-year-old exclaimed, "You let your uncle put his thing up your butt?"

"Only when I feel like it, though these days I get that feeling a lot," Pablo grinned.

"Same here!" Gabe chirped happily, "His peepee feels even nicer in my belly than Pablo's!"

At this point, he was not surprised that Gabe had been fucked by Pablo's uncle as well. The little devil had shown exactly how promiscuous he can be at times, that he would've been more surprised if he had claimed to have never met the business end of Uncle Miguel's dick. Still, the way these two talked about it so comfortably made him feel a little bit left out, and if there is anything that Andrew hated the most, it was feeling as if he was missing out on something fun. That was why he didn't even give it a second thought when he blurted out, "Hey Pablo, do you think your uncle Miguel would put it up my butt too?"

"Like I said, I don't think you're ready for him just yet, Andy," Pablo shook his head.

"But Gabe can take him!" the freckle-faced boy insisted.

"You really want to compare yourself to Gabe?" the twelve-year-old chuckled, "Heck, I'm three years older and knew Uncle Miguel twice as long, and I still can't even compare to how Gabe can take him on!"

"Yep yep!" grinned the naughty blonde imp, positively beaming with pride.

Andrew fell silent, knowing that he was defeated through and through. The magnitude of his disappointment seemed to have shown through his expression, as Pablo smiled before hooking his hands underneath the ten-year-old's armpit and sat him up on the countertop as a caring father would to a pouting child. The cold black marble on his bare ass caused Andrew to shudder, but he shuddered even harder when Pablo started kissing him all over his neck, chest, and nipples.

"I'll tell you what," the oldest boy said as he played with Andrew's hardening penis, "I'm going to make you cum even harder than you did before, and then I'm gonna leave you my home phone number. If you think you can handle something even harder than what I gave you, give me a call two days from now at lunchtime. Deal?"

It was the best offer he heard all night, so it didn't take Andrew all that long to say, "Deal!"

Of course, he didn't know what he signed up for at the time, for the next moment when Pablo started fucking him on his back, right there on top of the large marble kitchen counter, he came so hard he lost some control of his bladder. He would've been embarrassed to death when Gabe giggled in amusement over his little 'accident', if the little imp hadn't done the exact same thing when Pablo also decided to take him on that very same kitchen counter, he would be finishing his lunch upon two days later. Now, as he sat on the same spot where there used to be his and Gabe's mutual puddle of pee two nights ago. He wondered if it would be such a good idea to pick up the phone and dial the number Pablo had left for him after all.

He cursed his own indecisiveness before grabbing the cordless phone for the fourth time in a row. This time, however, he had the steely resolve to press the number that he had wanted to dial three tries ago, and gulped down hard when the ringing tone in his ear was replaced by a loud 'click'. There was someone now on the other end, panting slightly in his ear, as it was accompanied by a man's gruff voice, who spoke with a heavy Spanish accent as he said, "Yeah?"

"Um, uh, h-hi, I'm looking for Pablo," the boy started, "Is, is he home?"

From the way he was panting his breath, it almost sounded as if he was in the middle of exercising, as the man went on to say, "Who this?"

"Uh, I'm, I'm Andrew," the brown-haired boy spoke to the receiver, "I'm Pablo's friend."

Andrew could hear that the moment he heard his name the man's tone lightened as he gave a short chuckle amidst his deep exhales as he exclaimed, "So you're his newest 'friend'! Here, I'll let you talk to him!"

There was a bit of shuffling in his ears before he could hear even heavier panting that sounded incredibly familiar to him. It didn't take Andrew all that long to figure out that Pablo's uncle was at this very moment fucking his nephew's twelve-year-old athletic butt when he made the call. The very thought of all the obscene things this Uncle Miguel was doing to Pablo caused the freckle-faced lad to pop an instant boner, as he heard the twelve-year-old's familiar voice speak into the receiver in between delirious pants. "Unnh! Aah! Ah! H-Hello, Andy?"

"H-Hey Pablo, did I, um, catch you at a bad time?" Andrew hesitated, his other hand now traveling down to the front of his own pants to massage the bulge at the front of his shorts.

"N-No, ayy, of, of course not! Agh! Nngh! S-So you've decided to come over?" Pablo groaned over the receiver.

"Yeah, but I don't know your address," Andrew sighed, imagining whatever it was this Uncle Miguel was doing to the twelve-year-old's poor ass, as they tried to carry a normal conversation and causing the lanky ten-year-old to massage his lump even harder.

"Okay, hnngh, it's at Twelve Maple Street, aah, right, right behind the empty lot, agh!" Pablo moaned, "You, you should pass a, aangh, convenience, stoooreeugh, along the way. Just, just keep going, aah, and make a left at the, oooh, in, intersection!"

"Oh, okay," Andrew gasped, as he felt the familiar tingles traveling from inside his underdeveloped nutsack.

"I'll, I'll be waiting! Ah, ay, si! Si!" Pablo chanted as Andrew heard a click from the other end. The conversation, and his own self-pleasuring, had come to an abrupt halt right when it was just getting to the good part. Andrew stared down at his own crotch with a miserable look, his dick still straining in anger within the fabric of his pants from the sudden lack of attention, as he placed the cordless phone in a calm manner back on the countertop. Regardless of what his plans were for the rest of this summer day, he knew that they were all canceled now that he had a new goal in mind:

He must get to Pablo's house and see what the fuss was all about over Uncle Miguel's dick.

****

Following Pablo's instructions, he arrived in front of the brown house with number twelve cast in small metal print right next to its front doors. Trotting his bicycle to a full stop, Andrew looked around wondering if there is any place safe enough to set his bicycle down without fear of it being stolen. He realized a couple of seconds later that it was futile for him to think that way, for coming to this side of Pinewood Heights meant he was risking something far worse than a simple bicycle theft.

While not quite a filthy hovel, there was a noticeable gap in quality between the housing settlements on the west and east side of Pinewood Heights. For starters, the size of one house and its front yards in the west side could possibly fit inside half of one of the houses on the east side, with enough room left for the residents of said east side house to roam around and not even notice the inexplicable addition to their home. The west side houses were also made out of the more standard wood-and-shingles variety as opposed to their marble-and-stone counterparts in the east, with a lot more noticeable wear-and-tear that gave away the age of any particular house. Finally, whereas the yards of the east side houses were wide open and welcoming, quite a few houses on the west side, including this unassuming number twelve brown house, were surrounded by chain-link fences that ran all around each individual yard of each and every residence to lend the impression that not all guests were welcome in these premises.

Andrew gulped, as he could feel his heart racing at a million miles per second. He still could not believe that he had come down to, in his eyes at least, such a questionable neighborhood that he knew absolutely nothing about, all by himself and risking the loss of his favorite bicycle or possibly even worse for, for what, exactly? For a grown man to drive his massive cock down his poor hiney and prop him up like a roasted pig on an open spit? He must've been out of his mind!

Yet, there was something about this that also felt incredibly thrilling to him. To be out and about in parts unfamiliar, all alone without any supervision whatsoever, satisfied the more primal, caveman-like instincts of any male child his age. There was pride that came from feeling that he was no longer a child and that he was breaking all sorts of rules, for just being in front of this dingy old house. That sense of pride filled him with the courage he needed, as he unlatched the gate of the chain-link fence, dropped his bicycle in the yard, and trotted up the steps to the porch before pressing on the button for the doorbell.

For a few seconds, nothing happened, and Andrew was considering knocking this time around, when he heard footsteps approaching the door from inside, a few locks being turned, and finally, the door itself creaked upon as it revealed a man in a striped brown bathrobe standing in the doorway. To any other adult, he might have been of medium height, but to a diminutive ten-year-old boy like Andrew, he might as well have been a towering giant with a rather muscular build to boot. He has the handsome look of a young man in his mid-twenties, with a neatly trimmed thin mustache and beard, and his short dark hair would've been neatly combed back if it wasn't for several wayward strands poking up here and there. The hair, as well as the glistening beads of sweat on the olive skin of his chest and legs, suggested the man was wearing nothing underneath the robe, confirmed that what he heard over the phone was not just his imagination and that this man must be Pablo's uncle, Miguel.

Seeing Miguel this up close and personal was certainly a new experience for Andrew. When he had spied on the man and Pablo in the park's restroom, he was too transfixed on what was happening to the handsome sixth-grader to notice his adult companion who was pummelling his underaged bottom into submission. Now that he had gotten a chance to be this close, and after experiencing that near-sleepless night locked in a threesome with Pablo and Gabe, he finally understood it: manliness runs in the Martinez family. He could not help but gawk over what a perfect adult male specimen Miguel Martinez appeared to be in front of his young, inexperienced eyes.

For his part, Miguel looked a bit wary of the guest on his doorsteps, but a smile dawned on his lips as he put two and two together before he said, "You Pablo's friend?"

"Y-Yes," the boy stated, "I, I'm Andrew."

"Right, right. Andy," he nodded as he flashed his pearly whites, examining the boy from head to toe before gesturing with his head, "Well come on in! Tu primo is waiting in the living room."

He didn't need to be told twice, as he walked past the man and took a whiff of the male, musky odor permeating from his towering frame. There was no mistaking it: Andrew could tell that signature mixture of sweat and male discharge anywhere, now that he had inhaled it so greedily during his night with his two bed-buddies, and instantly sported a chubby in his jeans. He knew sex was happening in this house, but what he did not know was the sight that was about to greet him as he walked past the foyer following Miguel's guiding hand on his shoulder to turn right into the living room.

There, on the living room carpet, were two naked boys locked in anal sex amidst various pieces of clothing items strewn about all around them. The twelve-year-old boy being fucked doggie style was Pablo, but the other, older male in his early teens, who was resting his chest on Pablo's back as he closed his eyes while furiously pumping into the sixth-grader underneath him, was a new face Andrew had not recognized. He was a young man on the first stages of puberty, hairless except for the messy strawberry blonde mop on his head and the strands of hair of matching color on his pubes. While not at all skinny nor gangly, he was easily beaten in the male physique department by the younger Martinez he was fucking underneath him, and simply could not compare with the older Martinez who was standing behind Andrew with both hands on the ten-year-old's shoulders. Still, what he lacked in build, he made up for it in gusto and other more noticeable areas, as the girthy teenage prick pumping in and out of Pablo's slickened hole was more than capable to make the twelve-year-old Hispanic boy moan in delight repeatedly.

"Enjoying the show?" Andrew could hear Miguel whispering in his right ear, "Both you, me, and Lucas there seem to share the same thing, and that is neither of us can't get enough of my Pablo's sweet little culo."

"Ah, w-well, uh," the boy struggled to find the words, as his eyes were transfixed at the two young males rutting like weasels down on the carpet in front of him. The strawberry blonde-haired boy Miguel called Lucas, wrapped his arms around the star athlete underneath him; he reached down towards his twitching circumcised dick, to stroke on the rigid member with his thumb and index finger. Watching Pablo moan in appreciation of the extra attention and Lucas kissing the nape of the Hispanic boy's neck as he doubled the ferocity of his assault on Pablo's ass, made Andrew tense up, a fact that was not lost on Miguel as he started to massage the ten-year-old's shoulders with due care.

"Relax, pollito," the man chuckled, "You don't have to be so nervous. Just trust Uncle Miguel to make you feel real good."

While he knew he was old enough to know that he shouldn't allow strangers to touch him on the no-nos, Andrew made no move to resist the man. Miguel slipped one hand underneath his T-shirt to rub and tease his chest and nipples, while the other snaked past the waist of his jeans to seek out the tent on his tighty-whities and massaged them as gentle yet forceful as he could. Andrew started breathing a bit heavier, as he continued to watch the twelve-year-old star athlete being sodomized by the horny teenager, and the more he heard the two conjoined boys' cries of ecstasy, the more he enjoyed the man's hands giving his boy teats and hardened pricklet the attention they deserved. As the young teen rose up from Pablo's back to seize the Hispanic boy's hips and really gave him his all, Miguel lifted Andrew's T-shirt up and off of his body as he said, "Okay, let's get down on the floor so we can all have some fun together!"

Like a submissive little lamb, Andrew eagerly followed when Miguel took him by the hand and led him towards the carpet, before settling the boy down on his back right next to the rutting pair. The sight of Pablo Martinez gasping and panting while closing his eyes to savor the dick up his chute turned him on to no end, which was made even more apparent when Miguel gently unbuttoned the brown-haired boy's jeans to reveal his modest four-inch [10 cm] prick forming a tent at the front of his pair of white briefs. Pablo seemed to have sensed his presence when he laid by his side, and the handsome Hispanic boy smiled with a drunken look on his face, as he whispered between his pants of excitement, "Hey Andy, glad you could make it."

He smiled back at Pablo and was about to return the courtesy, when he gasped aloud and felt something wet and moist enveloping his modest little hard-on. Looking down on his own groin he saw Miguel had bent over and popped the boy's ten-year-old erection into his mouth, with the man's mustache and beard tickling his lower belly and inner thighs each time he bobbed up and down along the slim member's modest length. He also noticed that the man could fit both the entire length of his dick as well as his taut marble-sized balls into his very capable mouth, and regardless if that was because his genitals were so small or if Miguel just had a very big mouth, Andrew was loving every second of the kind attention his smooth hairless loins was receiving.

"Aah, aaah, nnngh, nngaah," the freckle-faced boy panted aloud as he rode the waves of pleasure traveling all across his body.

"Enjoying yourself, chiquito?" the man asked as he licked and slobbered all over the surface of Andrew's throbbing four-incher [10 cm], "Come on, let me hear more of that cute voice of yours!"

The ten-year-old boy gasped aloud as he felt the man devour his entire genitals into his mouth once more before bobbing his head faster than before. Blowjobs are not exactly anything new to him ever since Gabe had educated him in the finer arts of male-on-male sex, but there was something decidedly different in how his blonde friend and this adult man had approached it, as Andrew licked his lips while savoring the warmth of the man's mouth enveloping his most sensitive glands. The thrill ride became decidedly more thrilling when he felt something slimy snaking its way into his poop chute, and Andrew looked down to see Miguel had pulled the boy's pants off to allow the man to sneak two lubed up fingers into his pooper. Once again, this was no surprise considering the many times a finger or a dick had found their way into his anus before, however this time the probing digits sent a jolt of pleasure when Miguel found the boy's prostate and began massaging it with his index and middle finger.

Very soon, Andrew was thrashing about on the carpet as he closed his eyes to savor the delicious sensation of the man assaulting his genitals and massaging his prostate with a gusto. Miguel had lifted the boy's hips up using only the fingers in Andrew's love canal, while at the same time doubling down the rate of his suction, trapping the boy under his powerful grip as he slurped and smacked and gobbled up everything Andrew's smooth hairless groin can offer. No doubt that the boy was in heaven now, yipping and yelping about as he tossed his head from side to side, while pushing up his hips to meet the man's lips and caressing his dark, slicked-back hair.

"Goddamn, that's so hot!" Andrew heard a cracking voice speak, and he looked through his bleary eyes to see that the strawberry blonde teen who was buttfucking Pablo was now doing so while staring at him with a hungry look on his mildly attractive young adult face as he added, "I gotta get me some of that tight little tush!"

"Easy, Lucas," Miguel chuckled as he let Andrew's cocklet slip out of his mouth, "My sweet pollito is a bit preoccupied right now. Besides, don't you have a chiquito of your own to take care of?"

"Yeah, I'm close," he panted as he leaned down towards Pablo without stopping to fuck his butt, "You gonna cum Pablo?"

"Yeah," sighed the Hispanic boy, still with his eyes closed as he panted, gasped, and licked his lips with delight.

"Okay, Imma give you the best one yet," the teen Miguel called Lucas said, and making good on his promise, he started moving his hips even faster than before to slam his groin against Pablo's pert round butt two, three times as hard. In response, the Hispanic boy seized his dick with his own hand and started jerking himself off with the fury of a horny young boy selfishly pursuing his own climax. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the modest living room interspersed with the gasps and pants of two underage boys chasing after their mutual orgasms in a frantic fervor, and Andrew was front row and center as he witnessed firsthand what two young boys climaxing from hard anal sex would look like.

Pablo came first as he bucked hips, shuddering and clenching his teeth as he closed his eyes and rode the waves of his thunderous orgasm. Lucas was next as he hissed aloud, "Oh shit!" with his dick lodged deep within the valley of Pablo's twelve-year-old rectum, no doubt relishing the sixth grader's anal muscles milking his incredibly sensitive glans, as he slammed several more times into the Hispanic boy's poop chute before tensing up and arching his back. Andrew saw Lucas' asscheeks puckered up a couple of times, as he finished off inside his new friend's love canal before the teenager collapsed on top of Pablo, and brought both of them down onto the carpet with their combined weight. Sweat drenched both boys' bodies, from their forehead to the small of their backs, as their chests heaved to recover their breaths, Lucas showering Pablo's cheeks and neck with quick pecks of his lips, as Pablo returned the favor by craning back to seek out the teenager's mouth.

Seeing such an erotic display, paired with the assault on his poor hiney and throbbing cocklet, made Andrew realize that he won't last much longer as he could feel the familiar feeling bubbling up from deep within his loins. His hands gripped a handful of the carpet tight as he arched his back up, shaking and shuddering while moaning long and loud in his unbroken soprano voice. His penis throbbed about in Miguel's mouth as it tried to expel semen he was still too young to produce, and his sphincter clenched and unclenched all around the man's fingers as the invading digit continued to press against his magic button deep inside his rectum. He thought that his last cum with Pablo and Gabe in that incredibly hot threesome was the best one yet, yet here he was with a man's fingers up his butt and a dick in the man's lips being proven wrong and sent up to the heavens and beyond under his expert guidance.

All the while Andrew was shuddering through his dry climax, Miguel kept suckling and massaging the ten-year-old boy's prostate. The brown-haired lad squeaked with delight under the man's ministrations, pushing his hips up to milk all of the wonderful gooey feelings he can get from the man's experienced mouth before he settled back down onto the carpet. His slim little chest panted and heaved as he tried to catch his breath, and as Miguel let go of his dick from his mouth Andrew could see the man looking down on him as if he was admiring a work of art.

"Did you like that, pollito?" Miguel grinned.

There's no point in denying it any further due to how much he was moaning earlier, and Andrew could feel his cheeks flushed as he gave a slow, small nod. Miguel chuckled in amusement at the boy before adding, "Well then, you're going to love what papi chulo got for you next." With that, he began to untie his bathrobe before revealing a sight that made Andrew's eyes bulge in disbelief.

What he had spied earlier turned out to be true, as Miguel revealed his toned, masculine physique for Andrew to ogle upon. Several patches of the man's olive skin were covered in elaborate tattoos, but what caught his attention the most was the sight of Miguel's dick: it was six and a half [16.5 cm] inches long, circumcised, and with a slight curve upwards along with the proper girth to complement its above-average size. While it might not be the biggest dick an adult can have, it was certainly the largest piece of dick Andrew has ever laid his innocent eyes upon, and he was starting to have doubts if the monstrous phallus could ever fit into his poor behind without tearing something up.

Miguel seemed to have noticed the shadow of a doubt crossing the ten-year-old boy's pink flushed face, and he went down on the carpet to bring his face very close to gaze straight into the boy's light brown eyes. "Don't be scared, pollito," the man said as he caressed Andrew's cheek, "We'll do it nice and slow first. It will only hurt for a bit, so be a big boy and hang in there for me, okay?"

He wanted to respond with his usual bravado, specifically when challenged of being able to take it in the pooper before, but Andrew hesitated to do that when the man lifted his legs to push his feet up to his ears. Seeing the man's massive dick in contrast with his small round bubble butt as he placed the penis head against his loosened hole made him realize how small he was, a fact that was further reinforced when the man started pushing his penis past the pucker and straight down into his chute. "Unngh!" Andrew winced, still feeling the pressure despite Miguel's hands loosening him up earlier as his anal muscles cramped up in reflex.

"Don't clench, mijo! Don't clench!" Miguel hissed, feeling the sudden grip on his glans, "Just relax, like you're taking a shit, and let it all in."

Andrew did his best to follow the man's instructions, and though he managed to get his ass muscles to cooperate with him to allow more of Miguel's adult mast to sink into his hole, it wasn't long until he felt the tremendous amount of pressure in his hiney once again. "Nggh, aagh, aaah," he lamented, his face turning pinker and pinker as he strained and tried to allow the intruder access into his tight little boycunt, "Oooh, aah, I, I can't, I can't!" The last part was said on the verge of tears, as Andrew felt like a telephone pole was being shoved down into his poor rectum to fill up every square inch of empty space in his innards.

His salvation came when Pablo crawled on over to his side and cooed into his ear as the twelve-year-old wrapped his fingers around Andrew's flopping worm to rub it between his thumb and forefinger and bring it back to a hardened state. "It's okay, Andy, it's okay," the Hispanic boy whispered, "You're doing great! You only got a little bit more to go! Just relax and let it all in." Somehow Pablo's kind attention put him more at ease, and in no time at all Andrew relaxed himself to allow the invading tool to sink into depths he never knew existed inside of him.

True to Pablo's words, it didn't take all that long until Andrew felt Miguel's dangling nutsack resting up against his backside and the man's hairy bush tickling the surface of his smooth bubble butt. "You did it, mijo!" the man cheered, "Ay mi lindo pollito, you're taking it all like a man now!"

If Pablo's words had put him at ease, Miguel's words just now made the ten-year-old boy swell with pride. The fact that this adult man was praising him and calling him a man made him forget for a second that he felt so stuffed full, with a dick that he half-expected the very tip of Miguel's cock to come out of his mouth at any second. Andrew's tense muscles slowly relaxed, as he felt the adult Hispanic man roam his large hands all over his bare chest, while Pablo continued to jerk his hard dick off. Over the corner of his eyes, he saw the teenager Lucas looking at him with a naughty grin playing on his lips, and for some reason, he felt very happy to be the center of their attention.

"Okay, pollito, I'm gonna start moving now," Miguel announced as he tweaked Andrew's jutting nipples with his fingers, "We're gonna take it nice and slow until you start getting used to me, and then I'm gonna make you feel real nice. Sound good?"

He remembered what happened the last time he made this kind of deal with a perfect male specimen of the Hispanic kind and glanced over to Pablo to share a knowing smile before turning back to the man hovering above him as he nodded silently. Miguel took his cue and started moving his hips back, leaving a sudden empty feeling that felt so very strange to Andrew. Thankfully, he didn't have to suffer the dread of that emptiness for long, for Miguel immediately drove the length that he pulled out back into the boy's anal cavity.

On and on it went, with the man pulling out his dick from the boy and the boy underneath him shuddering each time the same dick was thrusting into him. Little by little Andrew began to feel more and more comfortable with the invading member to the point that he started dreading the coming emptiness in his bottom, and demanded with his body for Miguel to stuff him full even faster by pushing back onto the man's hairy groin. The Hispanic man was more than happy to fulfill his young charge's needs, and very soon the ten-year-old freckle-faced boy was shaking his head left and right as Miguel started pumping into his upturned butt at a furious pace.

"Ah, ayy, aah mi lindo pollito!" the man chanted as he seized Andrew's slim hips and positively pummelled his sweet prepubescent buns with his full-grown adult dick. The ten-year-old underneath him could not say a single word, for he was too busy spouting gibberish as he panted and gasped to each of Miguel's thrusts. Andrew licked his lips and touched his own belly, savoring the fullness of the nice and girthy schlong filling him up and tickling his prostate much to his delight each time the man's scrotum slapped against the hairless surface of his pert round buns.

Even with the rate that they were going, Miguel must have not been satisfied enough, as he collected Andrew in his muscular arms and scooped him up from the carpet, to hold the eager and willing ten-year-old close to his chest. In this new position, Andrew could feel his well-fucked hole swallowing even more of the Hispanic man's length, and he moaned aloud as he rested the side of his head onto the man's perfect square pecs. That must've been quite the turn-on for Miguel, because Andrew could feel the man's penis throbbed deep inside of him, as he cooed into his ears and said, "Ah you feel so good, pollito! I don't think I can hold back anymore. Be a good boy and take it all, okay?"

The man did not need Andrew's consent as he was already holding the boy close and used his upper body strength to seat and unseat the child onto his awaiting hard prick repeatedly. Andrew moaned long and hard as he could feel the man's cock pumping in and out of his innards, the way it curved up making it perfect to hit his hidden sweet spot deep within his bowels each time he was slammed down onto Miguel's groin. The brown-haired boy was seeing stars each time his prostate was poked by the throbbing member, and soon his inhibitions fell by the wayside as he started chanting a litany of groans and gasps to urge the man on.

"Ungh, ooh, aah, m-more, argh," he moaned, hanging on to dear life as Miguel fucked his bottom in earnest. The Hispanic man was more than happy to oblige, as he held on tight to the ten-year-old boy on his front side, and stood up while cradling the mewling child in both of his powerful arms. The posture showed off the man's strength in Andrew's eyes, for not only he was carrying all sixty pounds of his lithe frame on his arms, he was also exerting enough force to repeatedly lift and slam the little boy onto and off of his massive cock, as if he weighed next to nothing. He couldn't help but feel massively overpowered and at the complete mercy of this adult man he barely knew, yet it wasn't fear he was secretly harboring as he savored each and every second the man was slamming his dick into his butt, as if he was his personal fucktoy.

Sweat started breaking out of every pore of their bodies, and Andrew could taste its saltiness on his own lips. The primal fucking he was receiving had delighted him to no end, and he could feel the end of his wild ride as the man groaned and grunted while bouncing his body around in mid-air. This time around, he did his best not to wet himself, and all he could feel when his prostate was poked rapidly by the engorged glans, was the familiar tingles of orgasmic bliss. His entire body shook around like a rag doll as he dry-climaxed, letting out a cry of pleasure as Miguel made good on his promise and made him cum like he never had before.

He could hear the man hissed aloud, as the boy's anal muscles contracted in a rapid involuntary manner, sending Miguel careening over the edge of his limits, gripping Andrew's sweaty body tight before pushing even deeper into his rectum to reach his own personal nirvana. The ten-year-old boy could feel warm sticky liquid spurting up into his hole, as the man slammed into his poor abused fanny, with more of his load pumping into his innards each time he pushed his dick up his hole in slow, languid strokes. After five or six more strokes Miguel gave one last push into Andrew's butt before slowly lowering both of them onto the carpet, laying the panting and gasping freckle-faced boy right on his back, down on the carpet where they both started, while showering his sweaty forehead with kisses from the man's puckered lips.

"You did real good, pollito," the man whispered under his heavy breathing, "You took it all like a champ."

Once again the man's praise brought a smile, albeit a weak one, on Andrew's face. He didn't quite understood why, but it made him so happy to hear the adult male gave his approval in this way. He was less than delighted when the man slowly removed his cock from his rectum though, for once again he was consumed by that dreadful empty feeling that came in contrast with the fullness of being stuck like a roast pig earlier. As he felt some of Miguel's hot and sticky load flowing freely from his now gaping hole, he secretly wished there was some way to stop making him feel this hollow inside when Lucas piped up, "Holy shit that was way too fucking hot! Now you gotta let me have a go at that lil' cutie, Miguel!"

Andrew turned to his side to see the teenager sitting down on the carpet with Pablo sucking on his once again erect manhood. Despite what they were doing, both of them had their eyes squarely locked his way, and knowing that he had a pair of captive audiences somehow did not make Andrew embarrassed as he had imagined. Rather he was relishing the fact that he, a nobody that the other kids at school wouldn't give a second passing glance at, was getting all the attention right now.

Miguel, on the other hand, took it all in stride as he chuckled and said, "What, is my Pablito just not doing it enough for you?"

"C'mon, you know what I meant," Lucas grinned as he stroked Pablo's hair, "Pablo's awesome and all, but you know how I get over a new face around here."

"Then you better ask the new face instead of me," the man nodded Andrew's way as he sat down on the carpet to catch his breath.

"Whaddya say, kid?" Lucas said with a hopeful look at Andrew, "You up for some more fun with me?"

Andrew considered his options as he gazed at the young cock Pablo was bobbing up and down along, which looked to be less impressive than Miguel's, but seemed to be the next best thing to an actual adult cock. On the one hand, he could just wait until Miguel had regained his strength and plugged him back up, but on the other hand, he was desperate to get something, anything, to stop the empty feeling that persisted in his bowels. He was hungry, gagging for it even, that he didn't even need to think about it for all that long, as he gave a weak nod and mustered a soft, "Okay" under his heavy breath.

Once again, Andrew and Pablo shared a meaningful look, and the younger boy could sense the older boy also gave him his approval as he let go of the teenage dick he was sucking upon, to allow Lucas to get up and make his way towards him. He could see the erect, curved hard-on of the teenager wagging along like a happy puppy's tail as it lead the way before Lucas knelt down next to him to roll Andrew along the carpet back to his front side. He then got behind Andrew to lift the ten-year-old on his knees and expose his cum-soaked hole, and the boy could feel Lucas' cockhead pressing against his exposed hole before sinking it into his rectum without warning.

"Oh man, I love sloppy seconds!" the teenager sighed as he gyrated his hips and poked around Andrew's anus with his modest teenage cock. While not as big as Miguel, Lucas certainly knew how to use his tool as Andrew found the teenage boy's curved shaft was poking him in all the right spots to make him groan. He could also feel the flesh baton sloshing around the remainder of the adult man's cum in his rectum, and the slick feeling of a teenager using an adult man's juices as a lubricant for his love canal, on top of everything else, made his four-inch [10 cm] dickie hardened once more.

Lucas must have shared the sentiments, for it wasn't long before he started fucking into Andrew's hole in earnest. Unlike Miguel and his tender ways, the teenager went to town on his poor fanny right from the get-go and slammed his scrotum against his underdeveloped marble-sized balls repeatedly. Andrew didn't mind, for he was too desperate to make the empty feeling go away, and to have Lucas rapidly thrusting into his cum-slickened hole was just what the doctor ordered as he started to instinctively gyrate his hips and start pushing back to meet the teenager's frantic thrusts.

Once more, the room was filled with heavy breathing, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the baritone groans of a hormonally charged teenage boy interspersed by the soprano squeaks and squeals of an underaged boy seeking pleasure from his older playmate's body. Andrew's senses were alive with every thrust of Lucas' eager hips, and each time the little boy squealed his delight, it only served as fuel to the fire as the fifteen-year-old boy went on to pummel the round bubble butt underneath him even harder. In fact, he was slamming against Andrew's boycunt so hard that the ten-year-old could hear Miguel chuckling and said, "Ay mierda! You fucked the cum out of him!"

Andrew could feel it as well: though the cock up his pooper was still slick enough to enter him with no problem, he no longer felt any more of the man's deposit in his rectum, as it continued to spurt out with each vigorous thrust Lucas made into his hole. He had no complaints though, as he only wanted Lucas to go even harder and satisfy his needs. Which was why he was more than a bit puzzled when Lucas suddenly stopped his ministrations as the teenager's body tensed up and the ten-year-old boy could feel an extra weight being added on top of Lucas' body hovering above him.

"Aaah, Miguel!" he could hear the teenager hollered, "Not like this, man! Not like this!"

The freckle-faced boy craned his neck to look back through misty eyes to see the Hispanic man had taken his place right behind Lucas, no doubt regaining his strength and now had pierced the teenage boy's exposed butthole with his full-on adult-sized cock. "You think I can hold back when I see my two chiquitos having the time of their lives?" he could hear the man chuckle as he kissed the nape of Lucas' neck and made the fifteen-year-old shudder involuntarily, "If you want a piece of Andresito's sweet little culo, then you have to have a piece of my carajo as well!"

Andrew could hear Lucas groaning in frustration and he couldn't help but wonder if their fun time would come to an abrupt halt when Miguel decided to butt in on their play. He was surprised when Lucas started moving once more, this time at a decidedly slower pace that picked up little by little, as the teenager got more and more used to the man-cock sticking up his butt. It didn't take too long for the strawberry blonde boy to get back to the previous tempo of their fucking, only this time his groans of pleasure were decidedly louder than Andrew's own.

Of course, Pablo then decided to join in on the action as well, for the twelve-year-old athletic boy slid underneath Andrew to seize his throbbing erection and popped it into his mouth to start suckling like a hungry babe. The brown-haired boy moaned in delight before allowing Pablo to arrange himself properly underneath him so that he too can give his new best friend the same treatment. Pablo was quite vocal of his approval as he moaned against Andrew's groin while sucking on his slim four-incher [10 cm], as Andrew gobbled up the Hispanic boy's perfect slim circumcised shaft.

There they were: two underage boys, one teenager, and one adult man connected ass-to-dick-to-mouth, bodies undulating and gyrating together as they seek to bring each other to an explosive climax. Each thrust of their hips elicited a loud groan from each and every one of them, and their rough coupling was accompanied by a cacophony of smacks and slurps and squeaks and squeals of sexed-up young males eager to climax in each other's mouths and asses. Andrew was loving every minute of it, and the only thing on his mind was for the pleasures to keep going.

And the pleasures did keep going even after they reached their climax from the four-men pile, for Miguel was adamant in showing the little brown-haired boy a good time he would not soon forget. After what seemed to be too short of a break, Miguel was soon locked in another threesome with Lucas and Andrew, this time bouncing the teenage boy on his cock while Andrew was being impaled on the fifteen-year-old's dong. Being sandwiched between the man and the teenager as the two of them furiously fucked and kissed each other in the mouth brought that feeling of helplessness that somehow made him even more turned on than before, and Andrew could only show his appreciation by suckling on Lucas' teat while resting the back of his head on Miguel's muscular chest.

Later on, it was Pablo who joined in on the fun as he fucked Andrew's butt from behind while he himself was sitting on Miguel's cock and facing away from the man. The muscular adult took a firm grasp of Andrew's ankles and raised them above the little boy's head as he pumped up into his own nephew's cum-drenched butt, forcing the twelve-year-old star athlete to fuck the ten-year-old's butt he was penetrating as fast and hard as he was getting fucked. Lucas complimented the threesome by suckling on Andrew's cocklet while teasing his nipples, making the boy squeal with delight as he came to numerous bumpy climaxes.

The highlight of his visit to Pablo's house was when Miguel and Lucas fucked Andrew and Pablo respectively at the same time, laying each prepubescent boy on their backs side by side on the carpet as they plowed their cummy fannies together, all while the man and the teenager greedily devoured each other's mouths. Andrew and Pablo took their cues from them, and they too reached for and locked lips with one another, as the older males pummelled into their buttholes with reckless abandon. He could feel his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, and he could also feel Pablo's doing the same as the two boys hugged each other close to seek comfort in each other's embrace as their poor buttholes were violently abused by the two sexually charged older males towering above their sweaty, hairless prepubescent bodies.

In the end, Andrew found himself lying on his back on the very same carpet he started his sexual odyssey on amidst a pile of naked young male bodies, chests heaving and panting their breaths as every inch of their skin was covered with sweat and traces of male discharges. Pablo was already closing his eyes, while Miguel and Lucas were snoring rather loudly on either side of the younger boys. He wondered if it was alright for all four of them to be sprawling about naked on the living room carpet of someone else's home that was now reeking of sweat and sex and cum, but then again he considered nothing that happened this afternoon to make any sort of sense. After all, the most he had to worry about when he arrived here was how to secure his bike from being stolen, and now, not several hours later, they were escalated into worrying if whether or not they were going to get caught having sex in a stranger's living room.

There was one thing he was not worried about, and that was his status as a virgin. If there's anything Andrew could be sure of is that all of the man-boy (and teen) sex he was having all afternoon would ensure that he no longer deserved that title. That very same feeling of pride from before was back in his chest as he realized that sometime soon when he saw his best friend Gabe once again, he could proudly thump his chest and say that the two of them now stand on equal footing.

That's right: he took it like a man. He was not some snot-nosed little kid anymore. He was a man now, and there was nothing anyone can say or do to take that away from him.

Chapter four
Westbound and Up

"So you just stayed at the Highway Mall doing nothing but take guys' wieners all day long?" Andrew asked as he licked his ice cream.

"I got bored and you were out with your parents. What else am I supposed to do?" Gabe replied with a low shrug as he gobbled his ice lolly, "Oh, Chuck was there, and he was with this new guy with the biggest peepee you've ever seen! It was probably bigger than Miguel or Lucas's combined!"

"You're lying," Andrew scoffed, although given the blonde imp's track record, he wasn't so quick to dismiss it as a simple tall tale.

"No it's true!" the chubby blonde cherub insisted, "You can ask Peter if you don't believe me! He was there!" The last part was said with a grin as he added, "He took a piece of Chuck's weewee while watching me take that big one, too!"

Andrew nearly dropped his ice cream cone as he turned and gasped at this new revelation. "Peter Zuckers!?" he said with eyes wide, "The little guy in the same class as you?"

"Yup," Gabe said with a matter-of-fact tone as he continued to enjoy his cherry-flavored treat.

Without a doubt, this was quite a revelation for Andrew. The Zuckers were his next-door neighbors, and as far as he could tell, Mr. and Mrs. Zuckers always kept a close watch of where their three boys were at all times. So why is it then that the youngest of the three Zuckers brothers managed to find his way to the Highway Mall, to turn tricks for men alongside his blonde best friend?

Andrew couldn't help but pause, as he mentally added this new revelation to his growing list of secrets of Pinewood Heights. The star athlete who was also the star boy toy, men who desires the smooth naked bodies of little schoolboys, and little schoolboys who were all but too eager to satisfy their every carnal desire. It seemed as though for almost every single day he spent with Gabe this summer vacation, a new secret hidden underneath the quiet facade of the sleepy suburban neighborhood would readily be brought to light.

But perhaps the biggest mystery of all was Gabe's own promiscuity itself. There were times when Andrew often wondered how Gabe became so prolific when it comes to all things sex. After all, as curious as a nine-year-old gets about his own body, and particularly his genitals, there was no way he could become so talented in taking cocks down his mouth and up his butt without someone to guide him the same way Miguel, Pablo, Lucas, and Gabe himself have done for him in the past week.

So then the question remains: who was it that taught Gabe to so skillfully take on any male genitalia shoved under his nose? Or ass, for that matter? Who was it that turned what should have been an innocent little angel into a cock-starved sex demon?

He wanted to know. He needed to know. So as with all of his previous spur-of-the-moment decisions, Andrew didn't think twice before he blurted out, "Gabe, how do you know so much about this stuff? Did Miguel or that guy Chuck teach you all about it or something? And why am I hearing more about guys from our school doing stuff with older dudes too?"

He half-expected Gabe to be evasive about the matter, but he had known the blonde imp for too long to know that that will not be the case. True to his intuitions, the chubby nine-year-old cherub gave a playful grin as he scooted even closer to his best buddy. "I'm so glad you asked," he said as he tossed the stick from the ice lolly he had just finished consuming, "I was worried that you won't when it's so close to that time again, but now that you did, I won't have to worry anymore."

The brown-haired boy raised an eyebrow as he said, "'That time again'? Worry? What do you mean?"

"Well, I could tell you," the younger boy gave a naughty grin as he reached out with one hand and grabbed the front of Andrew's shorts, "But you gotta earn it. Deal?"

The brashness of his young friend's action was a huge shock for Andrew, especially since the two of them were outside sitting on the sidewalk right in front of his house. While the quiet, semi-private street barely has any passers-by, the fact they are still outside and in a very public space caused him to grasp Gabe's hand by the wrist to stop him from doing what he was doing. Still, he's a sucker for that big ol' grin and twinkling puppy eyes, and before long Andrew too found himself sharing the same naughty grin as he said, "Deal!"

Both boys rushed into the house giggling like loons, as Andrew led Gabe by the hand onto the living room sofa. As their clothes flew off their bodies and their mouths found each other's genitals, Andrew couldn't help but wonder what kind of secret his young friend would impart upon him this time. He felt so excited that he fucked Gabe twice as hard that afternoon, just to make sure the squealing little blonde boy would be more than happy to part with more secrets of Pinewood Heights that he wasn't privy to.

****

Monday is usually his least favorite day of the week, but that rule does not apply on this particular Monday for Andrew on account of two reasons. The first was obvious, since it was still summer vacation, making all the schoolboy blues that comes with a Monday vanish without a trace. The second, and perhaps the more important reason being that this was the day Gabe had promised him the answers to all of the questions he asked last week when he was taking a break from fucking his best friend's round bubble butt.

The little blondie's instructions were vague as usual, but Andrew did as he was told anyway. He told his maid that if his parents called she should tell them he was out with Gabe on some kind of a youth retreat and will be back the following afternoon in time for dinner with his friend. He also told her to give them the number that Gabe has written down for him, although he doubt that would be necessary. He knew his parents well enough to know they would not raise too many questions when the rambunctious imp was by his side, which sometimes made him wonder if they trusted Gabe more than their own son.

If only they knew, he thought with a wry grin.

As for the rest of his preparations, he followed them all to the letter just as his best friend asked him to do. The small travel bag filled with clothes and toiletries to last him for two days and one night was neatly tucked away by the side of the sofa, and he did his best finding clothes in his closet that won't make him stand out too much in a crowd. Cell phones were another thing that Gabe had reminded him to leave behind, and although he was unsure of the reason why, he decided to just go along with it and leave his tucked away in the safety of his bedroom.

Before he could dwell on the thought for too long his doorbell rang, and Andrew snatched his travel bag as he bounded towards the door. He knew who he was expecting to come calling at the appointed time today, but he did not expect his guest to bring along company as the freckle-faced boy opened the door to see Pablo and Lucas, the teenage boy with the messy hair from Miguel's house, standing on either side of Gabe as the little one greeted Andrew with a happy smile. "Hey Drew!" he chirped, "You all set to go?"

"Yeah, well, sure," the older boy hesitated, "I didn't realize we're all going together."

"You didn't tell him all that much, did you?" Lucas said as he playfully ribbed the giggling little imp.

"'Course not! I wanna keep a lot of what's going on today a surprise for Drew!" the blonde devil replied with a triumphant smile.

"Too many surprises aren't good for Andy, Gabe," Pablo reprimanded him, "You could've at least told him we're coming along too, so he won't be all that nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Andrew countered, still feeling a tad bit competitive when it comes to all things Pablo, "I mean, not as much as I thought I would."

"Alright, tough guy, what say we get going huh?" Lucas chuckled as he motioned towards the driveway where a red Oldsmobile sedan was parked.

"Whose car is that?" Andrew asked as he picked up his bag.

"Mine," Lucas proclaimed with pride, "It ain't all that much, but it'll get us where we needed to go just fine."

He was half-tempted to ask where they were going, but he didn't want to seem as if he was worried, and quietly followed suit as the other three boys piled into the car one by one. The seats were old and the interior has seen better days, but the old car can seat all four of its passengers comfortably enough that Andrew didn't seem to mind. Under Gabe's insistence, he took his place in the backseat right next to the little guy and took one last look at his home before the car's engine roared to life and the teenager at the wheels put it in first gear.

The familiar sights of his neighborhood soon fell away as the vehicle drove west, and though he recognized some of the streets like the ones he took to reach Miguel's house, they too soon fell away as the car headed north towards a much larger main road. Just as he wondered if they were going as far as the interstate highway, the car took a route that eventually brought it onto the on-ramp of the highway, before joining the busy traffic of the highway itself. Now his curiosity was mightily tickled, and Andrew decided to break the silence by asking the question he has been holding back for a while now.

"So, um, how far is it to, uh, wherever it is we're going?" the brown-haired boy spoke up.

"It really isn't all that far," the messy-haired teen answered, "you could take your bike to the place by cutting through the woods, but ever since they put up the highway you got no choice but to drive there."

"So you've been there before too?" Andrew went on.

"Yep," Lucas nodded as a playful grin dawned on his handsome face, "Back when I was young and cute and super 'popular with the guys' like you." The last part was said with a quick glance at the freckle-faced boy, and it took him a while to realize what Lucas had meant by that. Certainly, he didn't mean his popularity with his peers at school for he was rather ordinary and unremarkable in every aspect, but rather his popularity with a certain kind of 'guys', such as the other three he was sharing this ride with.

As he mulled over what he just learned, Andrew's light brown eyes caught a glimpse of the Highway Mall coming into view, as the highway curved around its outer perimeters and went past the exit towards it. Gabe saw the place too, and the naughty little imp gave a naughty little grin at Andrew, as he did his best impression of seizing an imaginary waist while thrusting his own hips up in the air and making a mock lewd face. Andrew couldn't help but chuckle in delight, and he wasn't alone as Pablo overheard him, saw the mall and the gestures the blonde cherub was making, and quietly smiled in amusement as he put two and two together.

The rest of the journey was rather uneventful and thankfully short, as the car slowed down before taking an exit ramp not fifteen minutes after Gabe's impromptu pretend-sex to the amusement of his travel mates. The road that they were traveling now was markedly different than both the highway and the Pinewood Heights neighborhood, for they were actually surrounded by tall pine woods on either side of the quiet road they traversed. In fact, the serene patches of green only seemed to get denser as the vehicle turned several times towards several more roads, each one more rural and quieter than the previous one.

Right as Andrew was about to think that they were hopelessly and irreversibly lost, he spotted an old wooden sign by the side of the road that had lost a lot of its luster to the elements. He couldn't make out the top half of the words, but there was no mistaking the rusting "National Park" in what was once gold letterings on the bottom half of it. Furthermore, he was also quite relieved to find that they were not, in fact, lost in the middle of nowhere, as Lucas' car rounded the bend and he saw other cars being parked in a large clearing right in front of what appeared to be a very large lodge made out of wood and stone.

"What is this place?" Andrew asked as the car came to a full stop near the front of the lodge and his companions started unbuckling their seatbelts.

"This will be your home away from home for the next two days and one night," Lucas said as he opened the door, "I mean, if you don't like roughing it with the rest of us, that is."

The brown-haired boy wondered what the teenager meant by that, as he followed his friends' example and stepped out of the car. The cool fresh breeze of the outdoors hit him square in the face, making him forget for a second that it was still in the middle of one of arguably the hottest months in the summer. He never knew a place like this existed so close to the city, and he studied his surroundings to marvel over how such a sanctuary managed to remain hidden less than five to six miles away from the hustle and bustle of the city nearby.

The lodge took center stage around the massive clearing, and though the two stories tall wood-and-stone house looked rather homely, there was no hiding its age as the wear and tear of its walls were visible in places where harsh weather has hit it the hardest. Still, there was something about the humble structure that seemed very quaint and welcoming, with the windows and doors being well-maintained and the gravel road leading up to the porch's stairway being kept relatively clean. Somebody wanted to make sure that the visitors to the place would feel at home in this secluded location, and they seemed to have done a very good job despite the disrepair that Andrew saw on the road leading up to the lodge.

Another thing caught Andrew's eyes as he looked around the clearing, and that was the fact that every single one of the people who were milling about in the clearing as if they were waiting for something were, in fact, males. There were boys as young or perhaps even younger than Gabe, teenagers of the same age or even older than Lucas, and finally men up to their forties and sixties talking to each other and laughing about as they loitered around the place. Some of the faces were even familiar to Andrew, as he spotted Pablo's uncle Miguel talking to a few boys whom he had no doubt were part of his gym class at school, before summer vacation started properly.

Just as he was about to turn to Gabe to ask him what in the world was going on, he heard the chatter die down as all present turned to face the lodge, where a man in a white YMCA shirt and blue jeans had just stepped out of its front door. He was a half-bald man who was rather portly yet not completely out of shape, and he sported a well-maintained short, boxed beard that contained as much gray hair as the ones in the remnants of his head hair, which was neatly trimmed to cover around the side of his head. Although Andrew did not recognize the man, he did, however, manage to identify the second man who walked out right from behind the bald man with the beard and handed him a bullhorn. Even when he was out of his cleaners' uniform, there was no way Andrew could mistake the familiar visage of Chuck, the man who had joined him in his very first threesome with Gabe in the restroom of the Highway Mall.

"Hey Gabe, isn't that Chuck?" Andrew pointed out to his pal.

"Yeah, he never misses a summer," the chubby little blonde nodded.

As Andrew thought about what all of this could possibly mean, the bald man in the white shirt raised his bullhorn and cleared his throat. "Welcome to all of the participants of this year's summer youth retreat," he heard him say, "I see we're getting an even better turnout this year, and that is very good to see. It also pleases me to see that the young ones are willing to go without their smart devices for the next two days and one night. Don't worry, boys: you'll get back to your Pokemons very soon."

A chorus of laughter came from the crowd, although some of the younger kids were visibly pouting at that remark. For his part, Andrew never bought into the trend, so he remained indifferent as he listened to the bald man continuing his speech. "In this day and age technology have grown so fast that we often forget to appreciate the finer things in life," he heard the man going on, "To live without our noses constantly in front of a screen, to let our instincts run loose, and on this very special occasion, to allow ourselves to be men and teach our boys how to be a man in turn."

"So for the next two days and one night I want everyone to look at the person next to you and realize what you must do," the bald man said with a smile, "Boys, look up to your elders and learn all there is to know from them. Men, make yourselves available to the young ones at any time and teach them at any opportunity you can find. As the summer of their youths truly began, fill them up with all the memories they won't be forgetting anytime soon."

There was something in the way the bald man spoke those words that made Andrew feel that somehow memories were not the only thing that the men are going to fill up the boys on, but he decided to be quiet and listen for now as the bald man closed his speech. "For the next two days and one night the grounds are all yours to explore, and you are free to camp at any place, as long as you are still within the boundaries of our grounds. If you needed to shower or grab some supplies, our lodge is open until midnight tonight for you to do so. Also, if there are any among you who are not used to roughing it in the wilds, we still have empty beds available on the second floor of our lodge."

The bald man paused for a second as he flashed a wicked grin before adding, "Although, if you choose to stay in the lodge, then I can guarantee you will be missing out on all of the fun things you can do in the campgrounds after dark." The last part was accompanied by all the men laughing and smiling while several of the boys were visibly blushing and sharing knowing looks with their friends. If Andrew wasn't certain before, he was certain that he recognized this atmosphere now as he heard the bald man say, "Well then everyone, have a fun and fulfilling retreat, and enjoy the rest of your stay here!"

As the bald man turned to Chuck and handed over the bullhorn, Andrew saw all the men starting to group up with the boys and teens that were milling about in the open clearing. Some were as small as a group of three, while others were as large as seven, or even ten, as they all got busy unloading their camping gear. Regardless of the size of the group, each of them would always consist of adult males, teenagers, and young prepubescent boys rounding up the pack.

"Hey, Gabe, what's the deal with this place?" Andrew asked as he turned to his faithful companion. All he got from the chubby blonde imp, however, was a simple wide naughty grin, and he sometimes wished his best friend could be a little less playful for all those times when what he needed most from him was a simple, straight answer.

It was Lucas who eventually spoke up in the nine-year-old's stead to shed some light on the situation. "Every summer these guys come up from West Pinewood and stay here for free for a short while. Been like that since I was this little guy's age," the lanky teenager said as he ruffled a giggling Gabe's hair, "Said it was part of the deal when they build the Highway Mall, that they want to make some community contribution or whatever. I dunno, guess it was supposed to stop the poor kids from joining gangs or something."

"I thought I saw a couple of guys from East Pinewood too," Andrew recalled.

"They joined up about three years ago, I think," Pablo answered this time, "They said they offered some money to help make the program better, and it also helped the people from the east side of Pinewood to get to know the west side folks better and help them get along."

"Oh they got to know each other alright," Gabe piped up with a grin, "And they got along really well too!"

As the blonde angel giggled to Lucas' naughty grin and Pablo's knowing smile, all the pieces were starting to come into place in Andrew's mind as he was starting to get a picture of what this place was really all about. The freckle-faced lad was lost in his own thought that he barely registered the large visage of Miguel coming over to greet his "precious pollitos", and herded all four of them towards a particular side of the woods. He was too busy with the sudden realization of the kind of place that he had found himself in and simply went through the motion as Miguel guided the four of them to a cozy little campsite and instructed the group to help him set up camp.

As they all set out to work, Andrew couldn't help but become lost in a sea of questions in his own mind. He couldn't help but wonder how was it that he had never noticed any of this happening despite several of the faces he saw earlier being some of his own neighbors and guys he knew from school. The thought that this particular secret of Pinewood Heights would've been far out of his reach had he not become friends with Gabe crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if that was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing.

"So d'ya wanna' go exploring?" Gabe's soprano voice suddenly invaded his thoughts.

"Hm?" was Andrew's reply as he was brought back from his trance. The campsite was all set to go now, with a nice little fire pit made out of piled rocks surrounded by several logs arranged for sitting around it and a large tent big enough to fit six people comfortably set to one side. The only thing missing was their three other companions, as Andrew and Gabe were presently the only two people sitting on the log, side by side, facing the unlit fire pit on the campsite at the moment.

"Where are the others?" he said as he looked around.

"Geez you're really out of it today, Drew!" the little blonde boy giggled in amusement, "Lucas and Pablo are with Miguel, going for a swim. They asked you to come along, and you just kinda go 'nah', so I stayed with you instead! It gets kinda boring to just sit around here though, so how about if we go look around and stuff?"

Something tells him that when Gabe wants to 'look around' he didn't mean they were going to go birdwatching or some other snoozefest like that, not from what he saw at the gathering earlier and the entire general atmosphere he was picking up from this particular camping grounds. It almost seemed as if Gabe had a built-in radar inside of him, one that always knew where to look for something that would blow Andrew's mind. If past experiences have taught him anything, it was that it would be silly to say no to the little blondie's propositions, and without a single hesitation in his mind, Andrew looked at his diminutive companion and nodded with a firm, "Okay!"

He could see Gabe lighting up like a Christmas tree, as the chubby blonde nine-year-old hopped up to his feet and said, "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go already!"

The little scamp's energetic attitude was certainly contagious, as it didn't take long for Andrew to follow his best friend's example and scamper after him through the woods. The forested area was much different than the thin patch of woods they had to cross on their way to the Highway Mall back at Pinewood Heights, yet somehow Gabe has no problem navigating through the bushes and tree-lined footpath as if he was romping around in his own backyard. The young boy was like his own personal bloodhound, sniffing the air and looking about as if he was on the trail of a particular prey that he amusingly managed to find after a couple of short minutes of hiking away from their own camping site.

"Shh, keep your voice down," he whispered before lowering himself behind some bushes. Andrew followed his example and remained silent as he followed Gabe's smiling gaze while the boy pointed beyond the bushes they were hiding in. There, right by a large pine tree, was a sight that at long last confirmed his sneaking suspicions about this suspicious little campground that had piqued his curiosity ever since they arrived here.

Leaning on his back against the tree was a young boy lifting the lower part of his striped T-shirt up to his neck to expose his smooth hairless tummy, which was rising and falling at a rapid pace in line with his rapid breathing. His shorts and Pokemon underwear were dropped down all the way to his shoes, and on his groin was a large man in his forties vigorously bobbing his head on the boy's slim little pencil dick. The man had his large hands firmly grasping the little boy's smooth buttocks as he feasted on the tiny little morsel, and from the way the boy was gasping and groaning, he was clearly enjoying every second of it.

Andrew could feel his erection straining against the confines of his underwear, as he witnessed the brazen lewd act unfolding before his young eyes. While this was not the first time he saw a man and an underage boy engaging in the act of fellatio, it was the first time he saw them doing something like this in a wide-open space, less private than a public restroom. Both the boy and the man looked so free engaging in the naughty act it made him turn to his best friend and whispered, "They're not worried about getting caught at all, aren't they?"

"Nope, 'cuz everybody else is too busy doing the same thing," Gabe grinned in return before adding, "Wanna see some more?"

Andrew gazed back at the young boy who was now deliriously tossing his head from side to side and the man who was devouring his tiny cock and balls as if it was his last meal on earth. He couldn't deny how excited he became when they had first discovered the pair, and he longed to feel that very same thrill yet again. The freckle-faced boy didn't need to think too long as he quickly answered, "Yeah, show me more!"

Like an excited little puppy, Gabe motioned for Andrew to follow him as they left the squealing child and his excitable adult friend alone. As the brown-haired boy followed his best friend down the footpath, he could feel his heart thumping and his penis throbbing in excitement. There was something undeniably irresistible about the prospect of spying on other men and boys their age having sex with each other, to Andrew. As the woods open up to a wooden pier and Gabe signaled for him to hide in a nearby bush, he could not help but feel a sudden rush of excitement over what they were going to find next.

"Look, over there!" he smiled with a conspiratory grin, and Andrew followed the child's pointing finger as he looked upon one end of the pier by the edge of the water. There was an old man there sitting on a beach recliner wearing a fishing hat and a colorful beach shirt, who was helping a red-haired boy in a blue tank top hold on to a fishing pole as the boy comfortably sat on the man's lap and leaned back against his broad chest. Though they seemed like a simple grandfather and grandson pair enjoying a quiet morning of fishing by the lake, Andrew noticed that something was off about their attires: neither one was wearing pants, and the old man has his dick firmly lodged in between the red-haired boy's smooth round buns.

Though subtle, Andrew can see that the old man was gently bouncing the boy on his lap at a steady pace, and although they were a bit further away from his hiding spot, their voices were carried along by the gentle breeze as he could clearly hear the little boy said in an unbroken soprano voice, "Pop-Pop, how much longer do we have to wait?"

"Won't be much longer now, Jakey," said the elderly man, huffing his breath as he thrust his hips up and down to drive his cock in and out of the boy's chute in long, languid strokes.

"That's Jake Sullivan!" Andrew said, as he recognized the voice and had gotten a good look at the impaled boy's face from a much better angle.

"Yep," Gabe beamed at him and nodded, "Told ya there're plenty of guys from our school who like to do this kind of stuff!"

Andrew mulled over this information as he watched the pair going at it. Jake Sullivan was another one of his schoolmates who lived nearby his home, but he never once got to know him better due to the reserved nature of the residents of West Pinewood Heights. The only time he came close to fraternizing with Jake Sullivan was when he saw him loading up some fishing gear and tackle boxes onto an SUV parked in the Sullivans' driveway while riding his bike home, and judging from what he was seeing now he guessed that the fishing gear was more for the cover story than it was about the actual fishing.

Indeed, Jake Sullivan was more concerned about what the old man he called Pop-Pop was doing to his body than he was about fishing, for he was panting and smiling as Pop-Pop's hands tweaked his nipples and fondled his erect circumcised penis. He did his best to keep his attention on the fishing rod he was holding on to, all while Pop-Pop's own rod was pumping in and out of his slickened tight anus. As the red-haired boy groaned in delight when Pop-Pop jerked his stiff little pricklet with his adult-sized thumb and forefinger, the fishing rod he was holding on to stirred about right as his own stiffie throbbed in excitement under the man's expert treatment.

"Look, Pop-Pop! I got a bite!" Jake cheered, his cheeks flushed from both the excitement of catching his prey and the feeling of an adult penis repeatedly punching up his guts and tickling his immature prostate.

"That's it, Jakey! Do it like how I taught you," the man said, still bouncing the boy on his lap while jerking the child off and pinching his tiny jutting nipples. The ginger lad in turn sat up straight and started cranking on the reel to pull in his catch, all the while licking his lips and scrunching his brow as the old man worked on his anus and slim little shaft from behind. Beads of sweat formed all over their two conjoined bodies as Pop-Pop started bouncing little Jake Sullivan a bit faster than before.

"Almost got it," the child groaned from both the anal stimulation and the excitement of how close he was to catching the fish.

"That's it, Jakey, that's it," the old man behind him gasped as he held the boy close to his chest. Andrew could tell that Pop-Pop was very close to cumming, for the man was bouncing the boy so hard he would've unseated Jake from his dick and toppled him into the water if he wasn't holding on to him so tight. Right as the handsome young redhead reeled the line all the way to pull out a freshwater salmon on the hook out of the water with a loud splash, Pop-Pop slammed into his smooth bubble butt one last time before tensing up and shuddering with his eyes closed. Andrew couldn't see it very well from his lofty hiding place, but he was certain he saw huge dollops of cum leaking out of Jake's stuffed butthole and plopping down in wet patches onto the wooden surface of the dock below the recliner the man and boy couple were sitting in.

Tired from both his wild ride and the battle with the salmon still flopping about at the end of his line, Jake Sullivan laid his head back onto Pop-Pop's chest and craned his neck back to look at the older male as he smiled with a great sense of pride. "I did it, Pop-Pop," he said, face flushed pink and sweat dripping down from his brow.

"I knew you would, Jakey," said the old man, kissing the top of the boy's head, "I'm so proud of you."

As the couple basked in the afterglow of their coitus, Gabe motioned for Andrew that they should get going now. From that point on, everywhere Gabe took him was an absolute treat for Andrew, for wherever their next stop was going to be, he was sure to be greeted with a sight that made his penis throb in an extreme amount of arousal. The campground was a veritable paradise of lewd acts that boys and men willingly partook in, and Andrew feasted his eyes on all of the possible man-boy sex combinations he could find in this naughty little tour.

He watched as a young boy's upturned butt was pummeled mercilessly by a burly man three times his age and size, all while a teenager pumped his dick rapidly into the man's unguarded hairy ass hole. Behind another tree was a naked man coaching a chubby kid how to give a proper blowjob to a young teen, stroking the back of the boy's head and urging him to swallow more of the teen's rod down his gullet. Peering into the bushes yielded the sight of a man, boy, and teen all connected dick-to-ass, moving their hips together. As one as the man's thrusts forced the blubbering teen overwhelmed with the powerful sensation of fucking a tight ass while his ass was being fucked to thrust into the squealing child he was grasped by the hips right in front him.

The sighs and squeaks of boys of every age, shape, and color soon replaced the sounds of nature as the dominant background noise emanating from the forest, as Andrew and Gabe hopped from one hiding spot to the next to hunt down yet another eye-opener of a show.

Two little white boys getting fucked doggy style side by side by their horny older brothers, a black teen bouncing a Latino boy on his lap as a Korean kid rimmed his butthole, and seven boys bending over to touch their knees and lining up next to one another to have their asses violently plundered by seven hard dicks of seven horny teenagers and lustful men, each whining like a wounded puppy each time the large cocks were withdrawn out of their well-fucked round tushies.

Andrew could feel his head spinning and his stiffie hardening as all of these perverse acts done to boys about the same age as he was, if not younger, blurred together in his mind, and he could sense that Gabe was getting very much antsy as well as the blonde cherub groped his hard dick through his pants and gave him that all too familiar look.

In no time at all their clothes flew off and both boys were naked except for their shoes and socks, and Andrew pounced the nine-year-old with the ferocity that only a horny youngster could ever possess. It didn't take him all that long to find the puckered hole he knew all too well before slipping the modest length of his shaft with hardly any resistance at all, and soon enough Gabe's moans of delight joined the gasps and groans of the seven butt-fucked boys coming from right behind the bushes very close to them. In fact, the chubby blonde lad's moans were loud enough to attract one of the men fucking the seven boys, who crossed the bushes while bouncing a cute little light brown-skinned boy on the tip of his raging hard-on, to watch Andrew slamming his hips against Gabe's buttocks on all fours.

Having someone else watch him fuck his best friend made Andrew feel even more aroused than before, and he decided to put on a show as he flipped the little nine-year-old on his back and bent over to suckle on his round breast like a baby demanding milk from its mother. The dual stimulation of the mouth on his boytit and the penis tickling his immature prostate caused Gabe to squeal like a stuck pig as Andrew pumped into the little blondie as if his life depends on it. The sight of two underaged boys fucking each other like a pair of raging sex fiends must have been quite the turn-on for the man, as he groaned his approval before pounding the ass of the little brown boy clinging onto him like a spider monkey even harder than before. He silenced the little one's protests by shoving his tongue into his mouth, and soon the man and a boy were locked into a passionate tongue battle as he pumped into his cute little brown butt with gusto.

With everything that was happening around and in front of him right now, Andrew simply couldn't hold back anymore as his body tensed up before the familiar jolts from his loins marked the coming of his dry orgasm. Gabe too gritted his teeth and held the back of Andrew's head down with his hand to urge his best friend to keep suckling on his nipple, while the final jab in his rectum caused him to experience his first kiddie cum of the day, tossing his head from side to side as his tiny little dickie twitched about against the brown-haired boy's bare tummy. As both boys rode the last remnants of their orgasms and Andrew collapsed on top of his chubby little friend on the ground, they heard the man let out a roar and the boy whimpering in turn as they too reached their own climax, the sound of wet squelching telling them both that the man was still pounding the little one even as he came in his smooth, tight little tush.

Andrew and Gabe nuzzled against each other's faces, sweat dripping down from their foreheads as they laid panting and gasping on the grassy floor of the woods with the ten-year-old's dick still firmly lodged up his nine-year-old best friend's ass. As they cuddled against one another the man laid down on his back next to them, flushed and sweating as he cuddled the boy he had fucked so thoroughly, whose tiny chest was rising and falling rapidly as he laid resting against the man's chest. Their gazes met, and in an instant, they knew what they needed from each other without exchanging a single word. The smiles that dawned on their lips confirmed as much, and the man was the first to speak out, to break the silence between them, and say what the four of them were all thinking at the moment.

"If you boys are looking for more fun, our tent is the big one near the lodge with the blue canopy on it," the man sighed, "Come on down after supper if like. You can bring your friends along too!"

***

The rest of the afternoon went by without incident all around the campground. Of course, Andrew noticed there were still the occasional rustling bushes accompanied with the soprano moans of a sexed-up young boy followed by the heavy grunt of a lustful older male and the sounds of skin slapping against skin here and there, but for the most part, the general atmosphere has changed to one of a fairly normal camping ground of the summer. The boy figured that perhaps most of the inhabitants have had their share of general messing around for the time being, and for now they wanted to just enjoy the lazy summer afternoon as boys and teens and men could be seen swimming or playing or cooking up a summer barbecue.

That isn't to say that his and Gabe's afternoon was completely free from voyeuristic misadventures, however. When they were cleaning up in the lodge's communal shower room after their early morning fuck-session, they were treated to the sight of two sixth-graders suckling on each other's hard-on right there on the shower room floors. When he was picking up some hot dogs and fries for lunch, that the lodge's cook have generously provided for them, he managed to catch a tiny curly-haired head bobbing up and down behind the counter on the cook's own 'hot dog' right between the large man's bare, pantsless legs. Finally, when he and Gabe decided to go down for a swim in the nearby lake, he saw the familiar sight of Miguel pumping his hips into Lucas' ass in the water, while Pablo was on the docks, deep thrusting into Jake Sullivan's upturned butt missionary style.

They all looked so free and uninhibited as if men were born to fuck boys and conversely the boys, as well as the teens, were more than happy to have their bodies ravished by these horny adults. Sucking, fucking, and every other combination in between before cumming all seemed like a natural part of the day here, and he couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly go back to Pinewood Heights and keep all of this a secret after getting so used to seeing it all happening out in the open. As the sun started to set and the day grew darker, Andrew decided upon one thing: he wanted to experience the best that this secret little playground has to offer, and he thought that might be achieved by accepting the invitation of the man they talked to earlier this morning.

"So do you guys wanna check out that blue tent that guy was talking about?" Andrew said as he deposited his paper plate into the trash bag. Tonight's dinner of barbecue chicken and mash potatoes might pale in comparison to what he was used to eating, but something about eating it out in front of a bonfire under a sea of stars made it all the more satisfying.

"Seems interesting," Pablo replied as he gulped down juice from a paper cup, "I'm all for meeting up with new friends."

"You just want another cute face to mess around with," Lucas chuckled as he tossed his paper plate and plastic utensils into the trash bag, "Well if you're all going, then I guess I'm going too. Somebody gotta keep an eye out for you rugrats, so it might as well be me."

"And to think you bust my Pablito's cojones about new cute faces to mess around with!" Miguel chuckled as he took a sip from his can of beer, "I'll join you pollitos but only as far as the walk to the lodge. After that, you're free to do whatever you want for the night."

"Why aren't you coming along with us, Miguel?" Andrew wondered aloud. Considering the man's personal tastes, he thought he would've jumped at the opportunity of meeting up with a fellow like-minded individual.

"I know that guy, and I know what he has in mind for tonight doesn't involve me," Miguel waved his hand before a sly grin dawned on his face, "Besides, I know some guys who are going to the lodge's second floor, to check out the fresh faces staying in there for the night. If what I hear about the chiquitos there is true, then tonight there is going to be a party in the lodge that I won't want to miss!"

All four boys shared a conspiratory grin when they heard that, knowing full well what kind of "party" Miguel would have planned for the poor first-timers staying over at the lodge. As much as Andrew was turned on by the idea, he decided to stick with the original plan and travel with Gabe, Lucas, and Pablo to meet up with the man from earlier. After securing their tent and belongings, all five of them traveled up the path leading back towards the lodge, with Miguel breaking away from the group when they finally reached the two-storied wood and stone structure.

From there, the boys circled around the lodge to seek out any sign of the large tent that was described to Andrew and Gabe this morning, though it certainly didn't take long for them to spot the big blue canopy of a fancy, large-sized tent that seemed to be built for an army platoon instead of campers of a simple summer camping ground. It certainly dwarfed the other tents all around it from its sheer size, and Andrew could see the reason why, as he saw about five boys entering into the tent with two others still sitting around a crackling bonfire while chatting amongst themselves. He wondered how it would be best to approach the pair when the familiar sight of the man from before walked out from the front of the tent.

Andrew could recognize him anywhere, for he has that distinctive look of a father from a seventies family sitcom: clean-shaven, neatly combed blonde hair, and a gentle smile that seemed to be plastered permanently on his lips. His attire also reinforced the image of a sitcom dad on vacation, with matching shorts and sandals paired with a buttoned-down shirt with large motifs depicting some cartoon animals, the sun and other imageries of summer printed on the surface of the fabric. All in all, he projected the image of a harmless wholesome everyday next-door-neighbor type of dad, and if Andrew hadn't seen him fucking the tiny little ass of the tiny little brown boy earlier, he would've bought into the facade as well.

As the four of them drew closer the man noticed the group's approach, and his smile grew wider and friendlier as he saw Andrew and Gabe among their ranks. "Hello boys, so glad you could make it!" he said with a wave, "I take it these other two are your friends?"

"Yes," Andrew nodded as he motioned towards the teen and Latino boy, "This is Lucas and Pablo. We drove up here together this morning."

"Did you now? That's good, that's good," the man said as he regarded both Lucas and Pablo with keen interest, "The name's Ray Dinkle, boys, but just call me Ray. I didn't see the two of you this morning when I bumped into Andrew and Gabe here."

"We were out having our own fun, just like everybody else around here," Lucas replied with a meaningful smile, one that was reciprocated by the man in turn.

"Well don't you worry, we're going to have even more fun before our little trip comes to an end," the man said as he motioned towards the two boys sitting by the campfire watching them come closer, "I take it that Gabe and Andrew have met my boy Jonah here, but have you all met his friend yet?"

"I've seen him around at school," Gabe piped up as he nodded towards the familiar face of Jake Sullivan looking at the newcomers with great interest, "Hey Jake! Is Pop-Pop not with you tonight?"

The ginger kid took a moment to realize what those words meant before he smiled and said, "Naw, he said he's going to the lodge tonight. Probably gonna teach some of the new guys how to fish." As Jake and Gabe shared a laugh at that, the light brown-skinned, dark-haired boy the man had introduced as Jonah leaned in close to Jake to whisper a demand for an explanation. Jake must have done a very good job for it wasn't long after he whispered under his breath to Jonah that the little brown child giggled while covering his mouth, and both younger boys were now looking at Andrew with a knowing look in their eyes.

"Well, alright then," Ray nodded at the group before turning towards the two little ones by the bonfire, "Jake, Jonah, do you mind introducing our new friends to the rest of our gang? I have a couple of things I need to do, but I promise I'll be back real soon, okay?"

"Okay daddy," Jonah said with a nod.

"See ya later, Ray," Lucas added as the man walked away from the group, before turning towards the little light brown-skinned boy and saying, "That was your dad?"

"Uh-huh," Jonah nodded, "Well he wasn't my dad until last year when he adopted me. I have two brothers inside too! Wanna meet 'em?"

"Sure!" the teenager nodded, motioning for the rest of the group to trot after the ginger and brown children into the tent.

The space inside seemed even larger than it was on the outside, with three different partitions separating the tent between a storage area, a common room, and a sleeping quarter. It didn't seem to matter, however, for all five of the tent's inhabitants seemed content to simply utilize the one spacious common room as they all sat around in a circle, while being locked into a rather intense game of cards. Andrew also noticed that they were all in various states of undress, with one curly brown-haired boy, he guessed to be about the same age as he, left with only his briefs and a pair of socks on his person.

"You're gonna get it now, Justin!" said a handsome dark-skinned boy of about eleven who was dressed in only his jeans and socks, flashing his pearly white teeth at the curly-haired boy.

"No way, Jamal!" the curly-haired boy called Justin retorted, "I'm gonna take those jeans off of you with the next one!"

"You mean like the last time when you wagered your pants and your shirt with just a pair of twos in your hands?" grinned a blonde boy whom Andrew noticed bear a striking resemblance to Ray Dinkle, from his light skin to his blue eyes and all the way to his neatly combed hair. He was even wearing the same cartoon prints and shorts as the man did, and he wondered if this boy was another one of Ray's sons and thus making him the brother Jonah was talking about earlier.

"Aww shaddap, Jason!" Justin retorted with a huff.

"Hey, don't yell at my brother," squeaked a small soprano voice, and Andrew noticed a little boy who shared the same looks and resemblance as the previous boy called Jason. Just like the older boy he called his brother, this one also closely resembled Ray Dinkle down to the neatly combed hair, although he favored a pair of pajamas with cartoon prints instead for his choice of evening attire.

"I wasn't yelling at your bro, Jeffie," the curly-haired boy was quick to reply.

"You were too," the little boy called Jeffie pouted in turn, and Andrew could see that the cute little guy's expression had an effect on Justin as the scowl that marred his handsome face relaxed for a little bit and the boy sighed in defeat.

"Ugh, fine," he said as he turned towards the larger version of Jeffie and said, "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Jason." Justin was then quick to turn back to little Jeffie as he added, "There! You happy?"

"Yep," the little blonde boy said with a smile, and Andrew noticed that the curly-haired boy was now blushing a little bit, as he tried to avert his gaze from the child.

Unfortunately for him, Andrew wasn't the only one who noticed as Jamal grinned and he said, "I bet you're really happy that Jeffie likes you again, huh Justin?"

"Can it, fart breath," the curly-haired boy scoffed.

"Are we just going to talk all night, or are we going to play poker?" the last inhabitant of the tent spoke up: an oriental kid who looked as though he was there for a science fair instead of a night in the woods. Out of all the card players, he was the most dressed, with the sweater vest and short-sleeved shirt number matching his buttoned shorts and pair of dark socks to boot. The bowl cut and glasses suggested he was a no-nonsense type of guy, and Andrew could sense an intimidating, almost unapproachable aura coming from this boy despite his calm and collected exterior.

"Come on, Jimmy, we're all just having fun here," Jason spoke up with a smile.

"Yeah Jimster," Jamal chimed in, "Loosen up a little bit will ya?"

"James, please," the Asian boy calmly corrected them both, "And all this talking is just preventing me from my win anyway."

"Wow you're really extra stuck up tonight aren't ya, 'James'?" Justin said the last part with an added sneer.

"How about you beat me in one hand first, then maybe I'll consider being more humble," James replied with a sly smile.

"Rrgh! Fine! Show us what you all got!" said Justin as he laid down three tens and a pair of nines on the tent's floor, "Full House! Read 'em and weep, folks!"

"Dang," Jamal said as he tossed his cards and unbuttoned his jeans, "He's in it to win it this time!"

"Guess he's bound to win once after all that loss," Jason chuckled as he also started unbuttoning his cartoon shirt.

"I'm cold," Jeffie whined as he slipped the top of his pajamas off and put it down right next to him.

"Oh I'm sure Justin will find a way to keep you warm after he got you all nakie, Jeffie," Jamal grinned as he gave a meaningful look at the curly-haired boy, "Isn't that right, lover boy?"

"Whatever," Justin rolled his eyes as he smirked at the Asian boy across from him, "Well, poindexter? You got anything to beat that!?"

"You know, it's kind of sad that some days even undeserving folks get lucky," James sighed with a dejected tone.

"Hah ha!" Justin cheered with delight, "Then a deal's a deal! Now take off all your clo-"

"-though that day is not today," the glasses-wearing kid interrupted the other's victory dance as he laid down his cards in front of him to reveal five cards all in the diamond suit from two to six in a sequence, "Straight Flush. I win. You lose."

The smile on Justin's face vanished the instant he realized what just happened, and his gleeful expression was changed into anger as he slammed his fists down on the tent floor. "No!" he shouted in disbelief, "No, dammit! No!"

"Guy couldn't handle losing all that well, could he?" Lucas piped up all of a sudden, and all five of the card players turned to regard the newcomers.

"Sorry, we didn't want to interrupt your game," Pablo spoke up, "You seem like you were really into it."

"This is Andrew and Gabe," it was Jonah's turn to chime in this time, as the little brown boy motioned towards the pair, "You know, the ones that daddy and I met this morning when you guys were, um, busy. And these are their friends, Pablo and Lucas. They were busy this morning too, so they weren't around until now."

The way Jonah said the word "busy" carries a certain meaning to the boys as they all soon relaxed while gazing amongst themselves, acknowledging that the newcomers were like-minded boys such as themselves and therefore they can freely lower their guards around them. Jamal was the first to accept this as he let out a smile and said, "Well then, you're just in time, because we're about to rob Justin here of every piece of dignity he has left."

"N-No you won't, because I won't let you!" the curly-haired boy pursued hotly, "Ray says I don't gotta do nothing I don't wanna, and right now, I don't wanna take off my undies and do stuff with you guys! So there!"

"Fair is fair, Justin," Jason reprimanded him.

"Being a sore loser is not a very attractive quality, Justin," James said as he calmly took off his sweater and neatly folded it aside.

"You mean you won't even do stuff with me, Justin?" little Jeffie chimed in as he once again flashed the defiant brat his wounded puppy dog look.

Faced with the onslaught of remarks and the leering stare of six friends and four strangers, the curly brown-haired boy caved to the pressure as he grumbled, "Fine, but I get to have a turn with all of you when you're done!" He then turned his scowl towards the four newcomers and added, "And that goes for you too!"

"Sure, kid," Lucas shrugged with a sly grin, "I mean, that is if you haven't passed out yet by the time you get to me."

"Sounds like you and me are going to get along just fine, Luke," Jamal chuckled.

"Thanks," the messy-haired teen replied, "Never been called 'Luke' before, but thanks for that too."

"So are we going to do this or are we just going to talk all night long?" James spoke up once more, as he was now down to just his tighty whities and white socks as the rest of clothes were folded into a neat pile. Andrew noted that for a calm and collected kind of guy, James has a slight streak of impatience showing up now and then, which was made all the more obvious now as he could see the small lump forming at the front of his undies.

"James got the right idea," said Jamal as he got behind Justin and slipped his thumbs under the waistband of the curly-haired boy's briefs.

"Hey!" the young firebrand protested, but he couldn't do anything as Jamal was already pulling down his underpants all the way to reveal his already hardening little circumcised pricklet with the pink tip twitching in anticipation of what's going to happen next.

"Ooh, you got a cute one on ya, kiddo!" Lucas chuckled as he started taking off his T-shirt. Taking their cues from the lanky white teen, all of the other boys started peeling out of their clothing and soon enough there were piles of clothes on the tent's floor with the boys and teen circling around a very naked Justin squirming around on Jamal's lap. Andrew noticed that, while each boy had different preferences in their choice of underwear, from cartoon prints for the three little ones to the plain type for the little boys to briefs for the older ones, each one of them shared one thing in common, and that was they were all sporting a hard-on, as Lucas took his place next to Jamal and reached out to stroke Justin's hard little rod.

The curly-haired boy gasped aloud as the fifteen-year-old grinned at his very honest reaction. "You liked that one, don't you?" he said as he tweaked and teased and stroked the boy's little tool from the base to its very tip in a slow, languid manner.

"S-Shut up," the brat scowled, although his body couldn't deny the good feelings he was experiencing as his breath deepened and his face was growing noticeably crimson.

"Alright, since I win the game, I'm going to go first," James said as he approached the curly-haired boy who was receiving Lucas' attention. The Asian boy suckled on two of his fingers in his mouth, before bringing it back down to jam them right into Justin's exposed butthole. Andrew noticed that while the curly-haired lad grunted a little bit, he did not protest nor showed any sign of discomfort as his friend worked his fingers up his butt and twisted them around. The freckle-faced boy couldn't help but wonder just how many times Justin had done this, and recalling what he saw this morning of the seven boys in the woods he guessed that the answer was most likely 'quite a lot.'

"Okay, I'm putting it in now," James announced as he removed his fingers from the boy's butt.

"Like I care," Justin retorted, looking away to the side. Despite his defiance, Andrew noticed that the curly-haired boy also let out a deep sigh when the bespectacled Asian boy's dick found its mark and eased himself in at a slow and steady pace. He even caught him glancing up at James as the bowl-cut boy closed his eyes to savor the warmth of his friend's anal cavity, and he thought for a second Justin's defiant expression softened as James started to move his hips back and forth to fuck his friend in earnest.

"Man I don't think I can take this anymore!" Lucas said as he slipped out of his boxer shorts to reveal his hardened young male dick. It pulsed in anticipation as the fifteen-year-old regarded the black boy who was massaging Justin's chest and nipples at the moment and said, "D'ya think he would blow me if I asked?"

"Despite what he says, he's actually quite the lil' horndog," Jamal chuckled in response, "I don't think he would turn down an offer for that nice big treat of yours."

"I'm right here, you know," Justin protested amidst a series of excited pants as James started picking up speed working on his butt.

"Heh, sorry about that, kiddo," Lucas said as he moved down next to Justin's face and offered his hard dick to him, "So whaddya say? You wanna let me in on the fun too?"

The panting curly-haired boy glanced back and forth between the dick being offered to him and the lanky teenager offering it three times before he finally opened his mouth and accepted the throbbing member into his mouth. Right from the get-go, he allowed the length of the shaft sink all the way down to his gullet, and Lucas couldn't help but let out a loud hiss as he savored the boy's tongue working his tool like an expert. "Oh man that felt so good!" he sighed as he allowed Justin to work at his own pace, while lovingly stroking his curly brown mop with his hands.

"I wanna do that too!" little Jeffie spoke up as he dove towards Justin's exposed loins. The older boy's body noticeably jerked in surprise as the little blonde sweetheart opened his mouth to start suckling on his dick like he would a straw. Justin let out a muffled, drawn-out moan on account of Lucas' dick in his mouth as Jeffie's little head started bobbing up and down on the brown-haired boy's cock to suck him for all that he was worth.

Andrew's heart began thumping a mile a minute as he witnessed his very first boy-gangbang, as he saw Jason lowered Jeffie's underoos to expose his puckered hole and stuck his mouth into the winking bud as he rimmed his own little brother's ass hole much to the moaning child's delight. He wanted to turn to Gabe and ask him what they should do, but the chubby cherub was already locked in a sixty-nine with the little brown cutie Jonah, as they loudly slurped on each other's slim dickies and bobbed their heads on each other's loin with great enthusiasm. The only other two people left were Jake and Pablo, and the Hispanic boy grinned as he looked at the ginger child and then back to Andrew before saying, "Well, I guess we should get started too."

Pablo led both Andrew and Jake to lie down next to where Justin was getting serviced by three boys all at once, and arranged the child and the ten-year-old to lie side by side to each other. Andrew looked at the little ginger who was smiling back at him and realized how much his flawless, smooth little body wrapped in only his cute Pokemon underwear and cartoon print socks were turning him on. Pablo must have felt the same way too, for as he hovered over the two younger boys Andrew saw him looking down on Jake with the kind of hunger in his eyes he had seen all too often before.

"Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you guys," Pablo whispered as he placed each of his hands on the lumps on the front of Andrew and Jake's underwear and started massaging them back and forth. The ten-year-old boy and the little ginger child both sucked in their breath and sighed in delight as the twelve-year-old Hispanic boy smiled his approval. As Pablo's fingers stroked his erection through the fabric of his underwear, Andrew felt the urge to touch little Jakey's smooth hairless skin and he placed his right hand to rub on the little child's tummy to feel the soft velvety skin of his taut little belly.

Jake sighed in approval and returned the favor by mimicking what Andrew was doing. As Pablo's massages grew faster, both boys became bolder as they moved their hands up to each other's chests and started stroking and pinching on each other's nipples. When Pablo reached into their undies to pull out their throbbing hard-ons, Andrew and Jake were panting so hard that they barely even gasped as the Hispanic boy swallowed Jake's little erection into his mouth and jerked off Andrew's throbbing shaft with his hand.

The pair of boys went back and forth from gasping to groaning their arousal as Pablo took turns to suckle between Andrew's modest hard shaft and Jake's stiff little peg. He was bobbing his head up and down on one, before switching to the other and supplanting his mouth for his nimble fingers for either one of the cocklet he wasn't suckling upon. The constant stimulation and his close proximity to another boy being pleasured in much of the same way made Andrew pull in the little ginger close for a hug, and the little one surprised him when he sought his mouth and coaxed him into a sloppy kiss. Both boys then jerked in surprise as their penis's heads touched amidst the wetness of Pablo's teasing tongue, and the brown-haired boy looked down to see that the Hispanic boy had gobbled up both of their erections into his mouth at the same time and was bobbing his head even faster than before.

Right as he was getting used to the gooey feeling welling up in his tummy from being mutually sucked alongside the cute little redhead, both he and Jake jerked their bodies around as they both felt something snaking up their anuses and stretching about within the warm confines of their tight little poopers. Andrew didn't need to look back to know that Pablo have popped his fingers into his and little Jake's love canals to tickle their tiny little prostates, forcing the two boys to draw even closer to one another and rub their velvety skins against each other's as the Latino boy greedily devoured their modest throbbing hard-ons. The little redhead closed his eyes and held on to Andrew tight, as he panted and gasped in the throes of his impending kiddie cum, and the ten-year-old boy joined right alongside him as he hugged the little one close, to seek the comfort of his warm little body as he rode his own explosive dry climax to the most satisfying finish he had ever experienced all week.

Their little fun time was far from over, however, for this time it was Pablo's turn to be on the receiving end of a two-sided attack as Andrew and Jake worked together to slobber on his engorged mast. The Hispanic boy sighed in approval as he alternated between stroking their hairs, jerking off their dicks, and popping his fingers into their anuses as Andrew gobbled up the twelve-year-old's balls and little Jakey did his best to swallow the length of Pablo's hardened cock. At one point the little ginger and the ten-year-old freckle-faced boy's lips met at the tip of Pablo's dick, and both boys did their best to French-kiss each other with the bulbous knob in between their lips. As a result, Pablo sucked in his breath as he spurted out what modest amount of semen he could produce from his piss slit and splattered his light viscous fluids all over the two gasping boys' cute little faces.

Catching their breaths for a bit, the trio turned to see what the rest of the tent was doing, and they were pleased to see that their little boy orgy was still proceeding along nicely. Justin was now on all fours as he was pumping in and out of Jeffie's cute upturned butt much to the little boy's squealing delight, all while Jamal was right behind him pumping into the curly-haired boy's ass while Lucas was content to let Justin swallow his cock all the way down to his pubes. Right next to them was Jeffie's older brother Jason lying on his side as he raised James' leg up on one hand and was thrusting his throbbing young dick into the bowl-cut Asian boy who was also lying on his side right in front of him. Apparently, Jason's treatment of his ass was so good that James forgot to take off his glasses amidst the hard fucking he was receiving, and Andrew could see that it was all fogged up as James craned his neck back to seek Jason's mouth to lock their lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, off to the side, Gabe was busy bouncing up and down on Jonah's erect cock as the little brown child laid on his back and held on to the chubby blonde cherub's lower arms. From the look on his face, it was obvious that he had never experienced a partner quite as vigorous and excitable as Gabe, and Jonah moaned in delight as he closed his eyes and instinctively thrust his hips upwards to meet Gabe's every downward stroke. Andrew couldn't help but grin as he wondered if Jonah knew what he was getting himself into, as he felt a tug on his arm and turned to meet Jake's cute little mug as the ginger child chirped, "I wanna do that too."

"With me?" Andrew said.

"With both of you," Jake said with a smile.

"Huh?"

"Oh I get it," Pablo replied with a knowing grin, "But Jakey, are you sure you can take it?"

"Yah," the little ginger nodded in excitement, "I've taken Pop-Pop's thing many times before. You guys aren't all that big, so I think I'm okay with it."

Andrew didn't quite know if he should be relieved or insulted by the notion, but one look from Pablo told him he shouldn't ruin a good thing as the Hispanic boy spoke up, "Okay Jakey, you're the boss." He then arranged for himself to sit face-to-face to Andrew and placed the brown-haired boy's legs on top of his own thighs before moving in so close that their dicks and balls were touching with one another. Sitting this close gave Andrew a comparison of how small his manhood was compared to Pablo's partially developed one, even after the Hispanic boy mutually stroked them together to a fully erect state, but he was too excited to anticipate what was coming next to care as the Hispanic boy turned to face the ginger who was sitting on his haunches right next to them.

"We're ready for you now, champ," Pablo said as he mutually stroked his and Andrew's cock together to make sure they remain hard, much to the brown-haired boy's appreciation as Andrew's chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

Jake didn't say a word and simply nodded as the ginger child stepped in between the two boys and squatted down with his back towards Andrew. Right before his eyes, Andrew watched as the little one took hold of both of their conjoined cocks, aimed them at his cute puckered hole, and pushed down to pop both of their throbbing hard-ons into his love canal. All three of the boys groaned and sucked in their breaths, one from taking quite the big load up his pooper and the other two from experiencing the tightest, warmest, most snug fit they've ever had while fucking another boy up the ass.

"Ay dios!" Pablo gasped aloud.

"Ooooh gawd!" Andrew chimed in, as he could feel his penis sloshing with Pablo's own as they were wrapped in the warm, gooey caverns of little Jakey's backside. He could see the child in question wincing about as he strained and wriggled to find a more comfortable position, unintentionally stimulating the young colts' shafts that were invading his rectum even further. Andrew could feel the sweet little ginger relaxing as he settled for something all three of them could enjoy before he hissed out loud as the little boy planted his feet on the tent floor and started raising and lowering himself onto his and Pablo's conjoined poles.

"I'm doing good, right?" the child panted as he looked up at Pablo with a smile.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, you're doing great, Jakey," the twelve-year-old Hispanic boy huffed and puffed as he leaned back and enjoyed the ride.

Jake let out a small chuckle, happy to be praised for a job well done, as he turned his head slightly to the back expecting the same from Andrew. The brown-haired boy was not as articulate as his older companion, so instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the small child while reaching down to stroke his hardened little pickle with his thumb and forefinger. Jakey moaned in appreciation and rewarded the extra care he was given by bouncing up and down on both boys' mutual laps even faster than before.

Andrew was blown out of his mind, for he had never experienced anything like this before. Not only was Jakey's hole tighter than Gabe's round tush, there was also something intimately thrilling about stuffing this innocent-looking child with the full length of his cock alongside another boy doing precisely the same thing as he was. The warmth of the child's chute, the feeling of his penis rubbing against Pablo's own, and all of that while sharing the closeness of each other's bodies like this made Andrew think one of them was about to lose all reason and ended up ravaging the little one's body as a hungry animal would.

In fact, he didn't have to wait very long as Pablo surprised both of them when he pushed both him and Jakey back to loom over them as he powerfucked the little child with all his might. The twelve-year-old Hispanic boy was pumping his hips so fast that it seemed to disappear into a blur, and Andrew was dragged along for the ride as the rapid thrusts rubbed against his own hard dick and stimulated him like never before. The last of his restraints were scraped away with each thrust, and after several rubs against Pablo's hard on he too gave in and started pumping upward into the ginger child's warm and moist hole.

The sounds in the tent were dominated by the groans and moans of pleasure of eleven underaged boys, interlaced by loud slurps and the hard smacks of skin slapping against skin, but now they were all drowned out by the grunts of two sexed-up preteens and the loud, delirious squeals of a little redheaded boy. The ginger child writhed and squirmed about as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the wild ride, while Andrew and Pablo were locked in a kind of race to see which one of them could make Jakey squeal the loudest as they both plundered his baby butt simultaneously. They have both lost their senses to the primal urges that are embedded in every male to reach that coveted peak at all costs, pummeling the kid's poor fanny without mercy, as they both could feel that all too familiar pressure building up in their loins.

The tipping point came when Jakey's body just couldn't take the endless stimulation anymore, and the child let out a long, drawn-out whine as he shuddered violently to what is possibly the strongest dry kiddie cum he has ever experienced in his young life. This caused his anal muscles to convulse violently, milking the two penises thrusting rapidly in and out of his rectum with such a force that both boys pumping the child groaned aloud, as they were driven past their limits. Andrew sucked in his breath as his penis convulsed in a violent manner within the warm confines of the little boy's anus, and soon he felt Pablo doing the same as a flood of warm, sticky fluid washed over the walls of Jakey's innards and the Hispanic boy let out a long, drawn-out moan to accompany his earth-shattering climax.

All three of them cramped up before gently collapsing onto a heap on top of each other, gasping and panting and sweating all over their still conjoined bodies. Andrew could feel Jakey's small hands weakly rubbing his lower arm, and he opened his eyes to see the Hispanic boy panting on the side of the little ginger child's cheek. "Did I do good?" he could hear the small boy on top of him speak, and he noticed Pablo gave him a weak little smile before kissing Jakey on his pink flushed cheek.

"Yes, Jakey. You did real good," he heard Pablo say before the small boy followed with a soft giggle, no doubt happy of being praised for his accomplishments.

"Holy shit!" Andrew heard Lucas' voice exclaimed to his right, and for a second he had forgotten that he wasn't the only one in the tent having his fun. He saw the fifteen-year-old teen was staring at the trio with eyes wide, and he was not alone as the other eight sweaty, naked boys have paused mid-orgy to stare at them. For some strange reason, Andrew felt proud that he was receiving this much attention and he knew he wasn't alone as he saw Pablo flash the rest of the group a naughty little grin.

"Sorry, did we bother you guys?" the Hispanic boy tried to act casual.

"Are you kidding me? That's the hottest thing I've seen in all my life!" Jamal exclaimed as he stopped fucking Jason in the ass doggy style.

"Jakey, are you okay?" Jason panted as he was still on all fours with the black boy's dick up his butt.

"Yeah, I'm okay," the ginger child said weakly.

"Did it hurt?" Jonah poked his head from between James' legs.

"Yeah, did it hurt?" Jeffie demanded after letting Gabe's dick out of his mouth.

"No," Jake shook his head weakly, "It felt good. It felt really, really good."

All of the other boys looked at each other at that, the little child's words leaving a mighty impression on their minds as the same thoughts started forming in their own heads. As always, Gabe was the first to put those thoughts into words as the blonde cherub exclaimed, "Well we can't let those guys beat us to it, can we? C'mon, what are we waiting for!?"

The spell was broken as the break came to an end, each boy resuming their own ministrations of one another's bodies. This time, however, there is a renewed sense of lust in their actions, as they grew more and more uninhibited with their partners. The sucking was bolder, the fucking was harder, and the moans were growing louder that Andrew started to believe that theirs was the loudest in all of the campgrounds. At some point, the heat and the smell of sweat and sex permeating from their slithering, writhing, sweaty bodies became so great that Pablo felt the need to air the tent out by unzipping the parts of the tent that acted as windows, and what he saw beyond the mosquito netting of the tent's windows confirmed to Andrew that they were, in fact, the loudest tent in the campgrounds and had inspired others to imitate them in much of the same manner.

Out in the open and with complete disregard of who were watching were scores of naked boys, teenagers, and men having sex with one another on the open plains beyond the tent's window flaps. Some of them have settled around their large tent, but the rest chose a spot that was at a comfortable distance away as they all worked on their partner's willing, writhing bodies.

Regardless of where they were, the light of the full moon shined down upon all of them, to give everyone within the tent a clear view of everything that was happening, and judging by the number of people who were attracted by the rather loud sounds the eleven boys were making when they were fuckin each other, Andrew could see that a lot was indeed happening among the large gathering of horny naked males.

He saw a blonde boy roughly his age on all fours as a heavyset man fucked his ass with vigor, all while another blonde child smaller than Gabe was hugging the man's head as the greedy adult suckled his hard peg much to the squealing little one's enjoyment. Off to the side was an Asian teen who was sucking on an adult man's penis on the ground, all while the man was devouring another younger Asian boy's penis, as the boy completed the circle and took the teenager's cock into his willing little mouth. Right next to them was a middle-aged man who was suckling on the hard dicks of a pair of little boys standing side by side, inhaling their hard stiffies together into his mouth while jamming his fingers up their butts, much to their excited squeals as their bodies shook around like a sockpuppet.

A little further away was a line of four males conjoined dick to ass, beginning with an elderly gentleman shoving his cock into the athletic ass of a slightly muscular teenager who was forced to push his maturing cock into the smooth buns of a whining preteen black boy who in turn was coaxed to penetrate the round bubble butt of a delirious nine-year-old brown boy, all of them moving together as one as they panted and gasped and groped and held on to one another throughout the length of their bumpy ride.

Boys bouncing around on long swollen cocks, long swollen cocks being driven into upturned cum-filled bubble butts, and upturned bubble butts spurting viscous cum like water fountains lined up next to one another was just some of the arousing vistas Andrew's keen eyes were feasting upon. If there was a boy without a dick up his butt or a cock in his mouth, you can be sure that a teenager, a man, or even another boy would be around in no time to provide for what he needed. Couples, threesomes, and even groups of four to five and beyond were forming all over the place, their limbs flailing about in a heap of writhing masses as they all groaned and moaned and whined loudly to gain as much pleasure from each other's bodies.

Not to be outdone, the inhabitants of the tent also decided to up their game by showing off each of their own prowess to their audiences outside as they grabbed their partners and went to town on one another. Jamal fucked Lucas on all fours with the kind of ferocity only two hormonally-charged lads could possibly possess, Jason carried Gabe in his arms as he bounced the chubby blonde cherub on his loins to slam his modest erection into the squealing child's rectum, and Justin decided to one-up the trio by having Jonah and Jeffie shove their immature dickies into his bum as he took his revenge on James and fucked the bespectacled Asian boy without mercy. The moans, groans, and squeals of eleven horny boys filled up the tent and soon join the yips and yelps of the many other boys outside being ravaged by the dicks and cocks of other horny boys and men.

The highlight of the night for the freckle-faced boy was when the pair of teenagers coaxed Justin to up his double-stuffing game with a little help from Andrew himself, as Jamal and Lucas arranged for Andrew and the fifteen-year-old to jam both of their erect cocks into the curly-haired boy's tight hairless hole. The eleven-year-old black boy then got Andrew to lie face to face on top of Justin as the double-stuffed boy rested his head on a reclining Lucas' chest, before burying his impressive ebony poker into Andrew's butt all the way to the hilt. It took some doing for all four boys to find the rhythm that was right for them, but once they did, they simply could not stop as a primal sense of lust consumed their young bodies and urged each and every member of the foursome to pursue that coveted prize.

Both Andrew and Justin were panting into each other's mouths, their nerves wracked with sensory overload as their bodies shooked and heaved with each of the rapid thrust the two horny males made. Justin was a blubbering mess of drool, sweat, and joyous tears as he hugged Andrew close to seeking comfort from the double assault on his poor, stretched fanny. The freckle-faced boy too sobbed with great joy as he relished the feeling of both the warm walls of Justin's innards and Lucas' mature dick rubbing against his own underdeveloped pole, all the while as Jamal's curved black beauty plundered the depth of his own anus and tickled his prostate with each and every one of his thrusts. All four of them knew they won't last for very long going on like this, and soon enough Andrew could feel fresh warm cum being deposited into his and Justin's well-fucked asses as both he and Justin followed suit with a dry yet powerful climax.

The tangled mess that was their four conjoined bodies collapsed onto a heap alongside the other seven sweat-drenched, cum-streaked, gasping, and panting bodies of the tent's inhabitants as they all laid satisfied of having all the sex they ever wanted in their young lives. On the campgrounds outside Andrew could still see and hear the massive man-boy-teen orgy still going on in full swing, but he didn't have the energy to care about them anymore as he stroked the sweaty back of Justin who had passed out while lying on top of him with the two dicks still lodged up his bum. As he felt his eyelids grow heavier, he turned his head weakly to one side and saw that the entrance flaps to the large tent were wide open.

Standing right by the wide-open flaps of the tent was the familiar sight of Ray Dinkle, and in his hand, he was wielding a video camera that was focused on Andrew's sweaty, cum-stained naked body. As tiredness crept upon him, the last thing he saw before sleep overtook him was the man's smiling face as he swept his camera all across the insides of the tent, taking in the landscape of the glistening bodies of eleven panting, gasping, well-fucked young boys resting up from the ordeals of their summertime orgy.

***

"So was that how you guys know so much about playing with other guys' wieners?"

All four of the boys were now back on the open road once more, having had their primal urges more than satisfied with an unforgettable thirty-six hours of fun, sun, and plenty of sex. New friendships were struck, addresses and phone numbers were exchanged, and with a heavy heart, they had to say goodbye to all of the like-minded boys and men they have just discovered existed as the year's summer youth retreat came to an end. Now, as the group made their way back home towards Pinewood Heights, Andrew decided to pop the question he has been mulling over for the past few days and waited to see what his three companions have to say about the matter.

"Pretty much," Pablo confirmed with a nod, "Uncle Miguel took me up to the place three years ago, and we've been regulars there since."

"And I told you about how I used to go there by bike, remember?" Lucas said as he drove the car, "Man, those were the days! Back then, they didn't even have a lodge, and if you wanna clean yourself up after taking some guy up the butt, you gotta jump into the lake. Usually with the same guy, and then you'd end up getting dirty all over again anyway."

"My first time was last year with Pablo and Miguel," Gabe chirped happily, "That was the first time I took a guy's weewee up the butt. It was awesome!"

"But it wasn't the first time you sucked a guy's wiener?"

"Nope," Gabe shook his blonde little head. Somehow Andrew didn't find it all that hard to believe that the chubby cherub was born promiscuous, though something else bothered his mind as he grew quiet. The shift in his mood did not go unnoticed to the nine-year-old boy sitting right next to him on the backseat of Lucas' car, as he sought Andrew's gaze and said, "What's wrong, Drew?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Andrew said, as he decided to keep the thought a secret from his pals for he didn't know how to even start addressing it. Indeed, not a single one of his friends seemed to have mentioned ever seeing Ray Dinkle with the video camera taking liberal footages of their naked and cum-and-sweat soaked bodies last night, and neither they nor the seven other boys Ray had ushered around the following morning to shower and dress and get breakfast even seem to be bothered by the fact that this was the same man who had videotaped them all at their most vulnerable. Either unaware of his action or not really caring about it, the topic did not seem to be too much of a bother to the other inhabitants of Ray's big blue tent, and so Andrew hesitated to even bring up the subject in the first place.

"Oh, I get what this is about," Lucas spoke as he flashed a knowing grin at Andrew from the rearview mirror.

"You do?" Andrew said, surprised that the teenager could read his thoughts that easily.

"Sure," he nodded, "You had a really awesome time at the retreat, and now you're wondering how the hell could you possibly go back to a normal life where guys aren't shoving their dicks up little kids' asses around every corner, right?" Lucas chuckled as he added, "Well don't you worry, 'cuz I don't think that summer retreat is going away anytime soon."

"That's right," Pablo chimed in with a smile, "It might take a while before we can go there again, but think of all the new friends you're going to make and all the fun you're going to have with them next year. Just as Lucas said, there's always next summer, so chin up okay, Andy?"

"Meanwhile, if you ever get down about that again, I can always help you out," Gabe said as he rubbed Andrew's crotch through the fabric of his jeans with a naughty grin playing on his lips, "In fact, you want me to cheer you up right now?"

Andrew knew that he didn't have to wait for an answer when it comes to Gabe and his unbridled horniness, and he secretly had to thank him as well as Lucas and Pablo for steering the conversation to what he considered uncharted territories. As Gabe unzipped his pants and pawed at his dick to pop it out of his tighty-whities and started sucking on the modest little morsel, all of Andrew's uncertainties immediately went out the window of Lucas' car to disappear in the tailwind of the vehicle as it traveled down the busy highway. One thing that is certain, was that the memories of his very first journey west towards that very special place were bound to stay with him for the rest of his entire lifetime, and they would never fail to rouse his dick up from its rest each time his thoughts wandered back to that large blue tent all eleven of them had shared that fateful, wonderful summer night.

Chapter Five
Miguel Martinez's Longest Night

Miguel Martinez was feeling good that night, and not just from the buzz of the beer he had consumed earlier. It's a particular kind of feeling that he knew he could only feel at this particular time of the year, when the summer youth retreat was in full swing. Well, they call it a "summer retreat", but he and other men like him knew what this secluded little campsite was all about: it's a paradise for boys who wanted nothing more than to hitch a ride on an adult man's one-eyed snake.

There weren't many who knew the details about the place, and the story he knew was pieced together from the bits and pieces he picked up here and there from the other regulars. Supposedly, the site was to be constructed into a national park by some egocentric billionaire as part of his scheme to both acquire some tax cuts for his other properties and stroke his own swollen ego before the entire deal fell through. Miguel couldn't help but be amused over how though the plans failed to stroke the billionaire's ego, it did succeed in becoming a haven for little boys to stroke something equally engorged and fleshy to be popped up into their tight, willing little poopers and wide-open mouth.

The Hispanic man chuckled as he wondered if this was what they meant when they say "one man's misfortune is another man's opportunity," as he climbed up the steps leading up to the lodge's porch before crossing the threshold of its front doors. The main lobby was large and homely and a cross between rustic and modern, for though it was lined with wooden panels and filled with handcrafted wooden furniture, it also provided modern amenities such as telephones, air-conditioning, and electricity that powered the lightbulbs that illuminated the cozy wooden hallways. On the wall were many pictures of the groups of boys and men who had visited over the years, some even dating back all the way to the seventies and sixties, if their clothes and haircuts and quality of the photos themselves were of any indication.

As much as Miguel loved to take in the sights of the classic boys of the pasts, as well as imagining if the clean-cut men in the pictures also loved to put their clean-cut dicks up the clean-cut boys' assholes, he lacked the privacy to do just that when he saw a group of men gathering at the bottom of the stairs and talking amongst themselves in a hushed tone. They did not look to be the usual faces that he often met in the lodge on previous summer nights, and he wondered if something was up as he approached them with care as to not spook them all. "Buenas noches, señores!" he greeted them kindly, "Why are you all standing around here? Is something wrong?"

The group of ten adult men turned to regard him in unison like a pack of alerted meerkats, before glancing around towards each other silently wondering what they should say to this newcomer. A dark-haired young man in his twenties then decided to speak for the group as he stepped forward and said, "Well, this is a bit complicated. See, we don't know if we should go upstairs and, um, 'introduce ourselves' to the first-timers staying in the sleeping quarters there."

"What, are you all shy?" the Hispanic man said those words in jest, but they seemed to hit the mark as all of the men lower their gaze and avoided his, "Ay dios, are you for real? You're too shy to have some fun with any of the cute pollitos running around all over the place? Have you not seen what kind of place this is? Where have you all been all day?"

"We saw what's going on," a portly man piped up, "we know the kind of things happening in this place."

"Then what's stopping you?" Miguel was genuinely curious now, and it was the dark-haired man's turn to once again explain the situation to him.

"See, we're all first-timers here as well," he said to Miguel, "our sons and grandsons and nephews and their friends have all been here before, but this is the first time we went along with them to this place after we, uh, well, we found out what they've been up to when they close their bedroom doors. We know what they've been doing, and we know they liked what they've been doing, and that's fine and all, but we just don't know how we should, uh, get involved with their 'activities.' You know what I mean?"

"I already did things with my grandson even in the campsite," said an elderly man in a fishing hat, and as the group turned to him with a questioning look he was quick to add, "But only with my grandson. I mean, I wouldn't know how to approach any of these other youngins if my life depended on it."

"So then what did you do when you saw some cute pollito taking a man's dick up his sweet little culo?" the Hispanic man wondered because he thought that should've been an ample opportunity for the men to come out and offered to join in on the fun themselves.

"We, uh, we jerk off and we move on," said a man with neatly-combed hair wearing a flannel shirt.

Miguel stared at him for a second before a wry grin dawned on his face as he simply said, "Okay."

"We're not used to this kind of thing, let alone seeing it out in the open like this," the portly man spoke up.

"There was that guy, Chuck was his name I think, who was supposed to get us to meet up with the first-timers upstairs," the dark-haired man explained, "he said that though it's their first time here, they're practically old hats in what they do and would be a good match for us who have never done this before. But then the phone rang, and he spoke on it for a little while before telling us he had to go because something came up all of a sudden." He sighed as he went on, "Now we're up the creek without a paddle, and we just don't know what to do."

Miguel shook his head at that. Shy boys might be his thing, but shy adult men were most definitely not. Still, he was in quite the generous mood tonight, and so he decided to take matters into his own hands as he said, "Bueno, señores, here's what we're going to do: I am going to go upstairs and tell the pollitos that you're all coming in to have some fun with them, and when I give you the signal, well, you come into the room and do your thing."

"Are you sure?" the flannel shirt man said.

"They won't scream bloody murder seeing all of us all at once, will they?" the portly man said.

"Geez, this was such a mistake," a balding gentleman in a red T-shirt chimed in.

Miguel rolled his eyes as he added, "Well, in that case, I am going to go in anyway and have some fun with them. You're all free to watch from the door, but if at any time you feel like you're missing out, come on in and take on a pollito of your own. You'll be glad you did so. Con permiso!" He ended the conversion by asking the men to let him pass, and Miguel climbed up the stairs with a steady, confident gait. There was a murmur behind him as he made his way to the second floor of the lodge, and the shuffling of feet that followed told him that the group of reserved, nervous gentlemen had come to an agreement to follow his lead.

As they all marched quietly on the bright carpeting that lined the floor of the second-floor hallway, Miguel could not help but feel as if he was leading a pack of immature schoolboys to sneak into the boarding hall of their lovers for a secret little after-dark tryst. The irony that they were all, in fact, full-grown adult men heading into a room filled with actual school-age boys for said tryst was not lost on him as he gave a soft chuckle while approaching the door that would lead to the sleeping quarters of the summer retreat's first-time young attendees. He reached out to the antique brass doorknob, twisted it in one gentle movement, and slowly pushed the door open as all ten of the nervous men were growing more and more excited lining up behind him.

Miguel peered in to see that the room was dark, with only the light of the moon coming in from the windows providing some much-needed illumination, and he also saw that twelve out of the fifteen beds available in the large open space of the large, hall-like room were filled with twelve sleeping little boys. Despite the distant sounds coming from the campgrounds outside, none of the boys seemed to be disturbed by them, as their tiny little chests rose and fell in a slow rhythm while they all slept peacefully. Miguel figured that the fact that it was only nine-thirty at night could mean one of either two things: that all of the boys who slept here were at that certain age where their biological clock simply refused to allow them to remain awake past nine o'clock at night, or they were tired out from all of the fucking and sucking they've been doing all day long on top of the other non-fucking and sucking activities they did in the campgrounds.

Regardless of which is which, this was the perfect opportunity for Miguel as he entered the room quietly all while being quite aware that ten pairs of eyes hiding just behind the door were watching his every move. He scanned the room and realized that luck must be on his side tonight, for all of the faces of the so-called first-timers here are those of his precious little pollitos, boys from both the east and west side of Pinewood Heights, who had the pleasure of frequenting his house and being introduced to the art of boyfucking. A plan was formed in his head, as he selected one bed and approached the little one who was clad in cartoon print pajamas and sleeping comfortably under the covers of a blue summer blanket.

"Pedrito," he called out to the little one, "Wake up, mi lindo pollito."

"Miguel?" the child replied as he turned his head and opened his eyes. The Hispanic man had plenty of favorites among the boys who frequented his lot, but none of them could come close to the beauty that is little Peter Zuckers. From his soft downy blonde hair, twinkling brown eyes, and cute little button nose, the youngest of the Zuckers brothers gave off the image of a sweet and innocent little angel, guaranteed to melt the coldest heart of even the most hardened of men.

"Where's Ricardo and Guillermo?" Miguel whispered as he stroked the child's blonde bangs lovingly.

Although the man mentioned the Spanish version of his oldest brother Richard's name, Peter Zuckers has spent enough time with him to know whom he was talking about, as he smiled before first pointing to the bed on his left followed by the one on his right. Miguel craned his neck to confirm that the two boys sleeping in the beds on either side of Peter were indeed his two older brothers, and he couldn't help but smile, knowing full well that the siblings were all light sleepers and that they would be invaluable allies in carrying out his plan. This is almost too easy, he thought to himself, as he gazed back down on the sleepy blonde boy and said, "Do you want to have a little fun with me?"

The moment he said those words all traces of sleepiness left little Peter's cute round mug as his smile grew wider and the child nodded enthusiastically. That was all the man needed as he lifted the blue comforter, climbed into bed on top of the little boy's body, and draped the comforter back over themselves as he moved down to line his face with the boy's crotch where he noticed a small lump was starting to form on the front of his pajama pants. Miguel teased Peter's little dickie by suckling and licking on it while it was still covered by the fabric of his pajama pants before he decided to stop tormenting the boy and lowered them as he saw his hard little stiffy pop out from its downy confines.

Miguel didn't take too long to marvel at the little fleshy rod with the throbbing pink knob, as he gave the small mast a few licks before swallowing it whole in his mouth. Peter's genitals were so small that he could fit both the little boy's cock and his pea-sized balls into his mouth, and soon he was devouring his entire immature reproductive organs much to the little one's excited moans. Miguel knew that Peter was a loud one whenever he would do this, and with his brothers being the light sleepers that they were, he knew it won't be long before their rest would be interrupted by their youngest sibling's whimpers and whines.

"Who's that under your blanket?" spoke a familiar voice as Miguel continued to bob his head up and down on Peter's groin.

"M-Miguel," the little boy gasped, as he enjoyed the suction the adult man's mouth was applying on his entire groin.

"He's here?" spoke another familiar voice. Miguel knew that his plan was working when he heard that second voice, and he decided to go on to the next step as he unbuttoned Peter's pajama top to expose his beautiful pink skin for his eyes to feast upon. To be precise, he only feasted with his eyes for a couple of seconds before his mouth did all the feasting when he kissed and licked and suckled every inch of Peter's smooth, hairless body while he made his way up to the little boy's nipples.

"Yes! Yes!" the blonde child exclaimed, both to confirm the identity of his night visitor and to shout his approval of Miguel suckling on his jutting boytits with a gusto. Peter's immature cocklet was twitching about with wild abandon, as Miguel let go of the nipple he was sucking to kiss and lick his way up the boy's chest, neck, and chin. He finally emerged from under the covers on top of Peter to give the little one a deep, passionate french kiss while holding him close and moving his body around to grind Peter's spit-slickened dick against his taut adult belly.

"Hola, mijos," he said when he broke the kiss to leave sweet little Peter panting for more, "Pedrito says he wants to have a little fun. Do you want to join us?"

"Really!?" spoke the first boy in excitement. He resembled an older version of the half-naked little one who was panting underneath Miguel at the moment, though older by a few years and his eyes a striking shade of blue instead of the subdued brown of his baby brother's. His skin was also slightly more tanned than Peter's, hinting that he was a lot more of an outdoors type of boy than his littlest sibling ever was.

"Won't we wake up the others?" came the voice from the other side of Peter's bed. While this particular boy's facial features were quite similar to his other two siblings, his bowl-cut hair was dark and his eyes were green instead. Miguel knew from all his time doing yard works for the Zuckers that the middle of the three siblings took after their father so much more than their mother, right down to his slightly pale complexion and the serious, no-nonsense attitude.

"They're free to join us if they do, Billy," the man said to the bowl-cut boy before turning towards the older blonde, "I bet Ricardo here would love it if we turn this whole room into our own private little party."

"I'd love to see that happen," the boy he called Richard in Spanish giggled in amusement.

"I'm sure you do," Miguel added as he turned his attention back to the panting little one and muffled his pants with another mouth-to-mouth kiss. Peter Zuckers moaned with pleasure as the man took him like the Spanish lover that he was, roaming his large hand all over his bare small body and hair as he invaded his little mouth with his tongue. If the boy's slim little dick wasn't twitching before, it most definitely was now as the child groaned in pleasure over everything the man was doing to him at the moment.

He could hear Richard sigh with longing and Billy gulping quite audibly and knew that it was time to move on to the next phase of his plan. Throwing the blanket off, he picked up the youngest of the Zuckers sibling and moved him to one side before patting down the empty space right next to him. He knew from experience that each of the beds in the room was large enough to allow two adults to rest comfortably, and so he was certain that it would be more than enough to accommodate three children lying side by side, shoulder to shoulder to one another.

The remaining two Zuckers brothers dutifully took off their nightwear as Miguel worked every square inch of their youngest sibling's smooth velvety skin before he moved to the next one down the line like he had done so many times before. Richard groaned in delight when the man swallowed his hard cock in his mouth and Billy yelped in surprise when it was his turn, as the man used his hands to tend to the siblings that he wasn't currently fellating. Not that he needed to, for the brothers were more than happy to help him out as they sucked, licked, and kissed each other's dicks and mouths anytime he was too busy with any one of them to tend to the needs of the other two.

Miguel loved how the taste of each Zuckers brother's mouth told him a lot about each of their personalities, as he tasted candy when he frenched little Peter, hot dog when he deep-kissed Richard, and minty freshness when he plundered Billy's oral cavity. They each have their own preferences as well, ones that he dutifully fulfilled by suckling on Peter's nipples before deep-throating Richard's dick and finally plundering Billy's anus with his tongue. Each of his treatments elicited appreciative moans and groans from each one of the three Zuckers brothers, ones that only got louder as their bodies writhed and jerked about under the expert treatment of the adult man's care.

As Richard squeaked while he held Miguel's head close to his loins while his tanned young body shook and shuddered to the throes of an explosive dry cum, the man took a quick glance around the room to see that his plan was working out rather nicely. Just as he had expected he could see nine pairs of eyes secretly watching him have his way with the three Zuckers brothers from the comfort of each of their own large beds. From the way their comforters moved about, he knew that all nine of the other boys in the room were either squirming about with their erections or touching themselves on their most secret spots, and Miguel knew that all it took is one last push before he could get the party rolling.

He let go of Richard's still twitching cocklet to let the eldest Zuckers lay next to a gasping Billy, who was resting from a rather thorough rimming session earlier, and took off his shirt and jeans before slipping out of his boxer shorts to reveal his curved six-inch dick that throbbed with anticipation over what he was about to do next. He could hear some of the boys audibly sigh with longing over the all too familiar sight of his engorged boyfucker, and the Hispanic man couldn't help but chuckle as he hooked his hands underneath little Peter Zucker's armpit and lifted him up like he would a small baby. He carried the boy to the middle of the room where he was certain all of the other 'sleeping' boys could get a good look at the two of them, before holding him closer in both arms and saying, "Are you ready to give these guys a show, mijo?"

"Yeah," Peter replied with a smile, proud that he was about to be the center of everyone's attention. Miguel smiled back at the eager, willing boy and arranged the child to throw his small hands behind the man's neck and wrap his legs around his waist. Once he was certain that the youngest of the Zuckers have had a firm grip on him, he spat on his hands to rub his shaft, which was already glistening with precum from all of the excitement, before aligning the hard mast against the little boy's puckered hole and slid his length into his warm, moist anus.

It never ceased to amuse Miguel to see a boy as young as Peter take his enormous girth up his tight little poop chute. While the older boys are more reserved and quiet in showing their pleasures when taking Miguel on, the younger ones are a whole lot more expressive with the jerking of their bodies and wide-open mouths and elongated moans of delight. Peter was no different either, as the little blonde boy let out a loud "Oooooooh" and threw his head back to enjoy the fullness of having an adult man's dick filling up his rectal cavity while feeling the tip of the bulbous knob brushing against his immature prostate.

"Aah you're so tight, mijo," the man sighed, before craning his head to kiss the side of the child's neck. The boy giggled a little as he felt the man's soft facial hair brushing up against his smooth velvety skin, before he sighed when he felt the man gyrating his hips to tease him from the inside of his anus. The child's pencil-sized dick was twitching about against the man's taut, firm belly as he anticipated what was about to come next, and the man did not disappoint as he seized the boy around his waist with both hands and started bouncing him against his groin.

Little Peter Zuckers groaned and whined all while the man's adult penis was pumping in and out of his little boyhole, and his unbridled reactions to the man's actions only served as fuel to the flame, as Miguel became all the more turned-on and picked up the speed of his penetration. He noticed how the child's hips were so slim that his thumbs were almost touching as he thrust into his anus with gusto, filling him up with all his meat and tickling his prostate with every deep thrust he made with his hips. The sweet blonde angel was now tossing his head wildly, fully enjoying the wild ride while his small body was tossed around like a ragdoll as the Hispanic man was positively pummeling his tight little love canal with each deep stroke of his curved, circumcised cock.

The man looked around to see that all of the noise they were making had caught the attention of the inhabitants of the room, who had foregone their act of sleeping and were openly staring in his direction. Miguel could clearly see the rapid movements underneath the covers that could only mean that each and every one of the nine boys was jerking off to the sight of an adult man standing in the middle of the room power-fucking one of their mates for all to see, and that they were indeed liking what they were seeing as he could hear their sighs of longing while they watched what he was doing to little Peter Zuckers all this time. The Hispanic man could also see the group of men peering into the dimmed room from behind the door with the same kind of longing in their faces, and he realized that the timing could not have been better before he motioned with his head for them to come into the room and join in on the fun.

At first, the men hesitated as they only looked at each other, before the man in the flannel shirt from before gathered his nerves and calmly strode into the room. None of the boys seemed to pay him any mind as he stopped at the bed closest to the door, which contained a curly-haired boy who was furiously pounding his pud underneath the covers. The boy did not stop self-pleasuring himself when he noticed the man standing by his bedside, and for a few moments, they stared at each other before the precocious child smiled and stopped touching himself long enough to lift his comforter up to invite the man in. The flannel shirt man visibly gulped before he nervously accepted the boy's invitation, and he jumped into the covers alongside the giggling child before the sounds of lips smacking against each other could be heard from the wriggling lumps underneath the blanket covering them both.

The other men gasped in unison before the portly man decided to try his luck this time as he approached the bed of a chubby boy with crew-cut red hair who was also whipping his little willy underneath the sheets. This man received an even warmer welcome than the previous one, for the moment the cute little redhead noticed him by his bedside he threw his comforter off of himself and got on his knees to fumble with the front of the man's jeans and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his fly to pull out his prize: a healthy adult hard-on that throbbed with each touch of his nimble little fingers. The chubby ginger child visibly licked his lips as if he had seen his most favorite treat, before opening his mouth wide as he could and taking as much of the portly man's cock as he could in one go.

Now that two of their friends had found success, the rest of the men lined up into the room and had very little trouble finding a boy eager to give them a good time. Very quickly, the room was filled with the sighs of prepubescent boys, the groans of adult men, and the slurps and smacks of eager young mouths finding lust-filled old cocks driving their lengths into their willing oral cavities. Miguel could not help but smile at everything happening all around him, for he loved nothing more than for a plan to come together as he went back to tending to little Peter Zuckers' needs and thrust his cock up the squealing child's anus.

"Ooh ooh aahh aaagh," the little blonde boy vocalized his approval each time Miguel drove his cock into his chute all the way to the hilt. The man was consumed by his lust for the little one's body, fucking even harder and deeper the more the child whined, while he held Peter tight in his big strong arms. The way he cuddled the boy in his embrace and whispered encouraging words into his ears almost seemed like what a father would do for his own son, if said father also happened to be fucking his son's tight little butthole so hard his nuts slapped repeatedly against the boy's pert round buttcheeks.

"Oh, ay, si, mijo, si, tu culo es…ay dios!" Miguel panted and gasped as he slammed his groin against the soft rubbery surface of Peter's asscheeks in quick succession. The tightness of his narrow innards and the warmth of his short panting breath against the man's bare burgeoning chest was just the way Miguel liked it whenever he entered the youngest Zuckers' love canal, and he could feel that all too familiar pressure building up in his loins while he pumped the whining boy's pooper with all his might. He also knew that all three of the siblings loved it when he got rough on them, and the youngest of the three was no different as the man went even faster the closer he was getting to his own climax.

Having his prostate tickled so fast and so hard repeatedly was just too much to handle for little Peter and he clung even closer to Miguel with his tiny little hands, moaning long and loud while his hard little woodie twitched about wildly against his taut belly and the man's firm abdomen as he was overcome with his first, powerful kiddie climax of the night. Miguel felt the aftermath of the dry climax as the little boy's anal muscles started convulsing and milking his shaft like a machine, driving him way past the edge as he gave several rapid thrusts before slamming his hips against the boy's ass with each spurt he deposited into the recesses of his rectum. With each shot he could feel the boy shudder, savoring the fullness and warmth of the gallons of man-batter delivered straight through his backdoor, before Miguel felt his strength waning and lowered himself down slow to lay back on the wooden floor with the panting boy resting on his chest on top of him.

As little Peter Zuckers took his well-earned break with the man's dick still lodged up his cum-drenched love canal, Miguel scanned around the room to see that all of the men's inhibitions have washed away and that they were all enjoying their newfound freedom in fucking the tight and warm asses of horny little boys who wanted nothing more but to be fucked by men's dicks all night long. He watched as the chubby ginger boy from before was on his back with his legs up in the air while the portly man he was sucking on earlier vigorously rammed his fleshy rod up his butthole, their rotund bellies rubbing against one another as the child tossed his head from side to side to savor the delicious tickling sensation his prostate was receiving. On the bed next to them was another heavyset man who was holding up the ankles of a groaning dark-haired boy above his head, taking advantage of the kid's own flexibility to drive his stiff and obscenely wide girth up the gasping kid's winking hole, which was slick with a mixture of sweat, pre-cum, and kiddie ass-juices.

Back on the bed where Miguel had serviced the three Zuckers brothers side by side, the Hispanic man couldn't help but chuckle, as he watched the eldest of the brothers taking a large man's cock up his tanned butt all the while his hungry little mouth was sucking down on yet another man's dick who was reclining on his back on the soft and large bed. He knew from firsthand experience what an insatiable cockhound Richard was in bed, and considering the common nickname associated with the boy's first name, the Hispanic man couldn't help but think of how fitting it was as the reclining man the boy was sucking down inhaled sharply and grabbed the back of the blondie's head to push his face down until his nose was pressed against the man's pubes. The twelve-year-old boy did not protest nor resist a single bit, as he visibly gulped down what Miguel could only surmise to be gallons of man batter, and he did so like a champ all the while the other adult man behind him was slapping his loins against his jiggling buttcheeks.

Contrary to his older sibling, the second-born of the Zuckers was much more conservative as he was only handling one night-visitor at the moment, but once again Miguel knew from their past encounters that Billy was equally unbridled as his brother ever was, as he saw the dark-haired boy bouncing around on the lap of a middle-aged man who was reclining on the bed right opposite to where his older brother was being spit-roasted by two adult men. The middle Zuckers was clearly making the most out of his ride on the full-grown pole lodged up his kiester as he gyrated his hips and placed both hands behind the back of his head while the middle-aged man seized his slim hips to keep the little boy in his place and rammed his meat up the pale child's chute. Billy's small little frame writhed and shooked about when the most girlish squeal escaped his lips, losing more and more of his own self-control as he savored the engorged fuckstick pumping up into his prepubescent anus without mercy.

Everywhere he set his eyes upon, were the sights and sounds of young prepubescent boys being ravished by ferociously lust-driven adult men, with the adults' groans and shouts interspersed with the yips and yelps of unbroken soprano voices all accompanied by the loud smacks of skin slapping against sweaty skin and wet squelches of massive cocks being driven into upturned, cum-filled butts. The Hispanic man saw a bald man jackhammering into the sweaty anus of a small Latino child while holding both of his skinny little legs up in the air, pounding into the squealing boy's exposed butthole as he shook his little body around like he would a ragdoll while the child drooled all over the bedsheets. Another man on the next bed seemed to be in a hurry to take the sweet little ass of the crew cut little brown-haired boy who was bent in half underneath him, as the mewling little child still had his Pokemon underwear hanging from his ankle while the man on top of him drove into his upturned bubble butt like a man possessed and showering his bare velvety skin with kisses from his greedy lips.

Some of the men were so consumed with lust that one boy was simply not enough for them, as Miguel saw a man buttfucking a skinny ten-year-old boy all while suckling on the dick of a squealing tanned little brown-haired one, while the child's round butt was being pounded from behind by another equally horny adult man. Another man on another bed was rolling around with two brown-skinned boys in his large hands, as he fucked one boy with his dick while rapidly jabbing his three fingers into the other one's rectum, alternating between the two to cause each child to groan in frustration whenever the dick and fingers were removed right when they were enjoying the invasion and to gurgle with kiddie lust as the digits and phallus were shoved back into their love canals.

Perhaps the most impressive feat was held by the man on the bed furthest away from the door, who was fucking a ten-year-old black boy doggy style, sucking on the little cocklet of an Asian child, and all the while jerking off two blonde and brunette boys on either side of his arms, all without neglecting the needs of a single one of them, as all four of the boys closed their eyes and surrendered their immature bodies to the man's whims. Miguel chuckled as he thought that given his talents in multi-tasking, the man must have been an employee of the month in some office somewhere and would be named manager in no time at all.

The room was starting to reek of sweat and sex, and as much as Miguel loved to inhale the musk of a young boy after it has been mixed with an adult man's cum, the heat of the room was starting to bother him as he scooped up little Peter Zuckers in his arms and, with his dick starting to slip out of the little boy's anus, carried him along towards the bay windows on the other end of the room. The windows were large enough to have long and wide window sills able to seat several people comfortably on them, with soft, plush cushions being placed right there to accommodate anyone who would like to sit down and gaze up into the stars as they take in the evening breeze. What was up in the sky was not what Miguel was interested to gaze upon, however, for when he sat down on the soft cushions to open the windows up, he smiled as he realized that practically the entire campground had just about the same idea as he and the horny men in the room did, about what to do for the boys' 'evening entertainment' for the night.

Rows of cum-soaked upturned little butts were pushed up to meet plunging hard cocks and causing huge dollops of cum to spurt out of the stuffed little holes with each plunge, as numerous boys and men fucked like wild animals on the lodge's well-kempt lawn. Semen-drenched faces of once-innocent little angels were forced to bob up and down on large angry phalluses, and tiny little tongues of handsome little cherubs stuck out to lick off loads of man-batter off each other's faces, as their poor little asses were pounded to fill their anal cavities with a fresh new batch.

Fathers and grandfathers and uncles and neighbors were scattered everywhere to drive their hard masts into willing young holes, and brothers and cousins and best friends were twisted around in various positions to allow their little bodies to accept their adult partners' juices as their appreciation was vocalized in a unified chorus of moans and groans and grunts and yips and yelps and whimpers of unbroken soprano voices.

An idea popped into Miguel's mind as the sight of the lawn orgy was causing his dick to harden inside Peter's pooper, and he whistled aloud to catch the attention of all the rutting men and boys in the room. "Oye cabrones!" he said aloud, "We got to put on our own show up here! You don't want to be upstaged by the gringos downstairs, do you?"

Some of the men and boys who were lounging around to bask in their explosive orgasmic bliss got up to see what he was talking about. Other man-boy pairings who were still locked in mid-coitus shuffled about to get a clearer view of what was going on beyond the window and on the grounds outside. All of them seemed to silently agree on his proposition, however, as they all looked at each other with wide, knowing grins before arranging themselves to have the boys lining up side by side on all fours on the wide, cushioned window sills and a man to be behind each and every one of the boys with their hard cocks lined against their gaping, cum-drooling buttholes.

"You ready to be a star again, Pedrito?" Miguel said after he placed Peter between the chubby ginger kid and a fair-skinned little boy with crew-cut dark hair who was only wearing a pair of Pokémon socks on his legs.

"Yeah," the small boy giggled as he took his place next to his pals.

Miguel looked on either side of him, to make sure that both the men and the boys were all ready to go before he nodded at them all, and pushed his cock into Peter's butt as hard as he could. The little blonde boy's yip of surprise accompanied a chorus of yelps of many other boys on either side of him as all the other men imitated Miguel's action and penetrated their young charges with a solid firm thrust. The sound of their soprano squeals must have been loud enough, for several of the conjoined bodies of boys and men sprawled out on the lawn paused their ministrations to look up to see the sight of twelve naked young boys lined up next to one another by twelve naked men who held each of the boy's hips firm with their large hands.

Now that they have a captive audience, Miguel knew there was only one thing left to do as he commanded "Vamanos!" to the other men, and pulled his cock out of Peter's quivering butthole before slamming it back into the moist, cum-slickened hole as hard as he could. Like loyal soldiers following their general to the battlefield, the men followed Miguel's lead as they too drew back their cocks all the way to the tip, before slamming it back into the boy of their choice and beginning their personal conquest for sexual pleasure anew.

Twelve little mouths hollered almost in unison as the men pounded the boys' asses without mercy, their tongues lolling about as they chanted a litany of "oooh" and "aaaah" and "aaargh" while all twelve men plundered their abused booties hard from the get-go. Their young bodies shook and shuddered to each powerful thrust, and their heads shook about as each and every one of the young boys savored the delicious feeling of having their immature prostates being tickled by a full-grown adult's bulbous knob. Some of the boys enjoyed the treatment so much that they reached between their legs to furiously jerk off their own hard little pickles in tune to the rhythm of their coupling, some even going faster and harder to get the most out of the pressure building up in each and every one of their taut, marble-sized balls.

The very sight of twelve men rapid fucking twelve boys side by side by the window sills must have done a number on the people below, for they soon pursued their coupling with even more ferocity than before. Tight young asses double-stuffed with two cocks at the same time, young boys surrounded with full-grown cocks on all directions and tasked to service them with their asses and mouths and hands, and squealing older brothers coaxed to pummel their whining younger siblings' cum-drenched butts as adult men plunged their shafts into their assholes, which were already overflowing with semen. It was as if the unified yowls and howls coming from the second floor of the lodge was a mating call for the rest of the campground's inhabitants, and they responded in kind by answering the call with unbridled lust and the primal urge to satisfy their carnal needs.

Miguel saw that even the boys they were fucking were getting turned on to no ends over the general atmosphere, as he saw Peter turned to his left and sought the mouth of the ginger chubby boy panting and gasping by his side. Their soft little lips locked into a passionate deep kiss as the crew-cut boy in the Pokémon socks turned to Peter to kiss and lick the sweat off of the cute little blonde's shoulders and making him shudder in delight. With all that was going on around him, there was absolutely no way Miguel could hold back anymore, and he gripped Peter's slim little waist to really pound his sweaty bubble butt as he felt the pressure building up in his loins before it finally reached its tipping point and burst forth out of his cock.

Powerful jets of cum sprayed every square inch of the little boy's innards that was not already covered with his cum from earlier, as Miguel slammed each and every one of those spurts with slow hard thrusts of his dick. Seven times he pushed against the child's rear while roaring in triumph over a successful conquest, and Peter whimpered in bliss as the man's pumping motion caused the tickling of his prostate to grow even more intense ending up in his small body shaking and shuddering to the pleasures of wave after wave of a dry kiddie climax. Miguel almost fainted from the combined orgasmic bliss and the rapid twitching of the blonde boy's anal muscles to milk him for all the seeds he had left in the deepest recesses of his nuts, and it took all of his efforts to steady himself before he slumped down to the floor while carrying the child along with him.

As he closed his eyes to cradle the heaving chest of the little boy he had deposited his seeds into twice over, Miguel could hear all the other men shouting, and their respective boys whimpering and groaning, while they too followed his lead and filled up each of their boys with gallons upon gallons of the very substance that had created them in the first place. He could feel the flow of cum leaking out from the child's butt where his large phallus has stuffed him full of his cream, yet he did not care for a second about cleaning up as he savored the warmth of their sweaty, heaving conjoined bodies lying against one another.

Slightly fatigued and more than satisfied, Miguel had considered letting Peter have his rightfully-earned rest for the night when he heard the small boy speak up amidst his deep, heaving breath. "Hey Miguel," the little blondie panted, "Can we do that one more time?"

There was a pause before Miguel Martinez let out a soft chuckle as he cuddled the small body lying on top of him with his large, sweaty hands. It looks like this summer night is going to be the longest night of his life, but he did not mind the extra work he needed to put in, to tire out this insatiable little boy. The night was still young, after all, and sleep is highly overrated anyway.

Chapter Six
Ten Things I Hate About Pinewood Heights

Bobby Sanders knew he was a punk even before he got his new fauxhawk haircut for his light brown mane. He always felt incredibly at odds with the rules, has a problem with authority figures, and loves to put on any clothes that would get a rise out of his parents. The evil bones that are lodged somewhere inside his slim-yet-athletic body seemed to run on overdrive ever since he hit his eleventh birthday, and it just would not stop sending evil ideas for him to act upon in his personal bid of getting the most reaction out of everyone around him.

Yet therein lies the rub, as anytime he tried to act out it seems that everyone around him somehow always found a way to pacify any traces of his budding toxic masculinity. When he tried to form a gang of like-minded delinquents like himself, he was disappointed to find that none of the other kids shared his idea of rebelling against 'the man' and act upon their baser, more delinquent nature. It would've made sense if that sentiment only came from, in his opinion, the pampered rich brats from East Pinewood, but the fact that none of the hard-knocked kids from the less-glamorous west side supported his ideals made his hatred of Pinewood Heights burn all the brighter.

Yes, Bobby Sanders hated Pinewood Heights, the place where he had spent all eleven years of his life, for the simple reason that he could not find a single fault in this perfect little community. He hated the fact that everyone was all smiles to each other, he hated how everybody seemed to get along at school despite their different upbringings, and he even hated the way nobody here would dress the way he dressed. There was not a single 'bad kids' group around anywhere he looked to back him up, and 'cool adults' who would purchase cigarettes or liquors, vices that he felt rather keen on trying out these days, were practically non-existent.

He knew because he tried it once with this repairman-looking guy with a big name tag that reads "Chuck" on his uniform last week. He claimed he would be willing to do anything in exchange for a pack of cigarettes and some beer, and the guy just looked at him with a smile before he told Bobby that he was simply 'not ready for it.' He didn't even know why the guy was so amused over his statement as he walked away, but one thing he knew for sure: he did not share the man's amusement for one single second.

Bobby sighed as he tossed the can of soda away, missing the trash can by a wide margin. Littering was the only act of defiance that he had left, and he grumbled thinking that was not enough to get him that 'rebel' label he coveted so very much. Sure, there was the fact that he broke into the school grounds on days where the school is out for the summer, but since he could not get any further than the back of the gymnasium, he doubted that it would add all that much to his street cred. He stood up and dusted off his black leather jacket and faded blue jeans, thinking if it would be better to just go home and veg out in front of the TV as per his usual routine all through summer, when he heard some voices coming from just around the corner.

"You sure this will work?" he heard a rather glum and cautious voice speak out.

"For the third time, Drew, yes it will!" chirped a higher-pitched tone.

"You're adorable when you're this jumpy, kiddo," this one was of a deeper pitch, no doubt belonging to a teenager as it went on, "Kinda like a chihuahua or something."

"Sh-shut up," said the first voice as a chorus of laughter rang out from the same direction. Bobby guessed there were more than three of them gathered there from the sound of it, and his curiosity was no doubt piqued before he decided to sneak towards the source as silent as humanly possible. He had thought that his breaking into the school grounds to earn his proper street cred was an original idea that no other kid in this clean-cut community could possibly replicate, and finding out otherwise got him wondering who could these people be and whether or not he could somehow convince them to be a part of his crew.

The budding juvenile delinquent peeked from behind the corner to see a whole group of familiar faces gathering in front of the side door leading into the school gymnasium, though he scoffed when he saw who was present at that time. There was Andrew Winfield, the brown-haired rich kid who thought he could raise his street cred by slumming it with Gabe Townsend, the noisy little rotund blonde boy whom Bobby had the misfortune of living right next door to and thus had to put up with his insufferable, high-pitched squeals every day. Even worse than those two was the presence of Pablo Martinez, the so-called school star who was popular with both the students and teachers for his striking good looks and many hidden talents, which makes Bobby want to puke over his entire wholesome-next-door-neighbor-kid shtick.

Outside of that, there were other boys whom he recognized for being lame, weird or even both. Right beside the rich kid and the noisy brat was Adam Carlyle, another fatty of a third-grader like Gabe with a crew-cut ginger hair whom Bobby tried to make fun of for his appearance. Instead of getting upset for being called fat, Adam thanked him and gave him a twinkie while saying something about being popular at some dumb old summer retreat. He was certainly number one with a bullet on Bobby's "weird" list, and he doesn't deal with weird, thank you very much.

Then there's Jacob Hanes, the curly-haired little nerd who just couldn't seem to stop talking about Pokémon wherever he went off to and whomever he talked to. He recalled how he had told him off, saying that nobody gives a damn about his brood of make-believe digital rats as much as he did, but all those times Bobby did so the twinkle in Jacob Hanes' eyes continued to shine as he launched into a proper explanation that he forgot the contents thereof on account of him not caring all that much. The boy was almost as infuriatingly chipper as Gabe Townsend, with his only saving grace being that his high-pitched voice was not as loud as his more heavier-set friend.

Finally, there was Jake Sullivan, another ginger who defied his gingerly nature by seeming to be an outdoors type of kid judging from the skimpy attire that is his loose tank top and bright red short shorts. The fact that he doesn't get sunburned as easily as any of his ginger kin was not the only thing that was surprising about him, for he had tried to bully the kid one time only to see him put up his dukes in a clumsy manner and scowled like he was about to enter the ring for the title match. Bobby had thought he could take the little shrimp down if he wanted to, but there was something that told him the little brat will not back off no matter how many times he beat him down to the ground and so he decided not to press his luck and leave him alone.

All of these kids were the same old familiar faces he had scowled at during free periods and walking down the hallways, and the only face he did not recognize was the ringleader: a teenager in the faded white shirt and equally faded blue jeans whose strawberry-blond mop looked like it had been run through a leaf blower. He had a slightly tanned skin and looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old with a built that, while not at all muscular, could be said to be ideal for his age and exactly the kind of image that fits in Bobby's head of a rebellious teenager in complete defiance of the law. Why a kindred spirit such as this guy was down here at his school to lead a troupe of, according to him, babies to the front of the gymnasium door was a complete mystery to him, as Bobby crouched low to hear what he has to say.

"Okay folks, here are the rules," the teenager spoke up, "When the door opens, you're going to pair up and run inside as fast as you can to find a hiding place. Only two of you can hide in the same place at once, and no switching hiding places once you've settled on one. When the guy who's 'it' finds you, he'll tag one of you to be 'it' and then the new 'it' will have to go and find the others. The guy who isn't tagged, well, you know what happens next, right?"

The last part was said with a smirk, and a chorus of low chuckles came from the baby squad as Bobby saw them all looking at each other with a shared hidden knowledge he couldn't decipher. Still, he remained silent as the teenager went on, "Okay so before we start, does anybody have a question?"

"Can we hide anywhere we like?" Bobby heard the rich kid speak up.

"Well, just about anywhere that key can open," the teenager replied, "You still have that skeleton key that Chuck gave you, right?"

That name sounded all too familiar to Bobby as he saw Andrew Winfield reach into his pocket and pull out an unassuming silver key to show it off to the other kids. The young rebel couldn't help but wonder what that stranger who gave a hard pass on buying him alcohol has anything to do with all of this but held his tongue as he heard the teenager speak up again, "Good. Once you found a good hiding spot, pass it on to the next pair and let them use it for their hiding spot. You go on and on like that until the last pair finds their spot and keep the key. Anything else?"

Jacob Hanes' hand shot up as he said, "Can I play my games while hiding?"

"Well, you could," the teenager grinned, "But won't the light and the sounds give away your hiding spot?"

"I don't mind," the curly-haired boy grinned back, "It's so much better that way."

"You just wanna get to the good stuff faster huh?" Gabe piped up as he placed his hand around Jacob's shoulders.

"Yup," came his short reply, and both boys giggled to a joke that was foreign to Bobby's comprehension.

"Alright, are there any more questions then?" the teenager waited for a few seconds before he said, "Cool! So for this first round, I'm gonna be it. I'm really good at this game, so try not to make it too easy for me, gang. Andrew, wanna do the honors?"

He saw the freckle-faced rich brat nod in compliance before approaching the gymnasium door with the key in hand. The boy inserted the skeleton key into the slot, twist it until a click was heard, and pushed open one of the doors wide before running inside. The group of kids behind him followed his lead, and Bobby could hear their excited hoots and hollers interspersed with the squeaks of the rubber soles of their sneakers as they all rushed past the threshold to start their game. The sounds of their feet and loud chatter grew more and more distant, followed by another distant click and the loud bang of a door being slammed open before all of their noises slowly vanished altogether.

Throughout all of that, the teenager remained, a stoic sentinel watching past the threshold of the gymnasium doors as his tiny co-conspirators turned the empty schoolhouse into their personal playground. An amused smile played upon his lips as he watched them go, and Bobby could swear the teen passed a fleeting glance at his general direction before he calmly strode into the gymnasium. Once again, Bobby was left alone with only his curiosity for company, and it was growing more and more with each passing second, until he finally caved and walked out of his hiding spot.

He scuttled and stopped right beside the open gymnasium door, listening to the relaxed footsteps and wistful tunes whistled by the teenager. He waited for what seemed to be forever before he heard the sound of the inner doors being pushed open and closed shut, and he peeked his head into the gym to make sure that the coast was indeed clear. Now certain that he still remained unnoticed by the other uninvited guests, he popped out of his temporary cover to follow their path across the eerie silence of the empty gymnasium as carefully as his eager feet possibly could.

'Eager' was the keyword here, for his mind was racing with so many unanswered questions. Who was that teenager? What was he doing here with the brat pack of his school? If they had only wanted to play hide and seek, why do they feel the need to risk expulsion and do it here? And most important of all, what was up with that guy named Chuck giving them a key to do it in the first place?

As Bobby opened the inner doors leading into the school hallways, he put his thoughts aside by focusing on the task at hand. The scuffles and squeaks of the trespassers' sneakers can be heard somewhere in the distance, and he could at times hear their muffled giggles somewhere down the branching corridors. He wanted some answers, so he decided to follow the only lead he had as he scoured the barren hallways for any of the brats he saw earlier.

These corridors that he thought he knew so well looked so different when they weren't filled with about a couple of hundred kids milling about around their lockers to get their things ready for their next period. He hated to admit it, but he would be more than creeped out by the interiors of the aging, silent school building if he had not known there were people in there with him to explain the sporadic, recurring strange noises his ears were picking up along the way. In fact, he hated the fact that he actually jumped when he heard the voice of the same teenager from before exclaiming "Tag! Now you're it!" from a fair distance away down the corridor.

There was a loud childish squeal, the pitter-patter of tiny feet, and a door slamming open as he saw the chubby, small stature of Gabe Townsend giggling like a loon from further down the hallway. Bobby ducked behind the nearest row of lockers as the loud little brat ran further away from him, his noisy laughter fading into the ether, as silence once again fell on the halls. Considering how much noise the little brat was making, it wasn't all that hard for Bobby to judge when was the right time to come out of hiding while he surveyed the barren surroundings and saw that the door Gabe had burst through was still wide open.

From everything he had gathered earlier, he figured this meant that the teenager and at least one more boy were still in that classroom somewhere, and now he was beyond curious as to what happened to the two people who are no longer part of the game. He was cautious not to make a single sound as he approached the side of the open door, though the closer he got obvious the more obvious it became that whatever noises he would make would surely be drowned out by the sounds that were coming from inside the classroom. To his ears, it sounded close to the wet smacks of skin slapping against skin, and his interest only grew exponentially as he got closer to the door, before peeking in on the room's occupants.

Bobby Sanders got more than what he had bargained for, for what he saw inside was something that not even his wildest dreams could conjure up. There, lying face down on the surface of one of the desks in the front row of the class, was the lanky, half-naked figure of Andrew Winfield as he gasped and panted while the teenager from before bent him over and held his shoulders down all while ramming his throbbing hard penis into the younger kid's slickened butthole repeatedly. It was clear to Bobby from how the teenager's jeans were bunched up around his ankles, and how Andrew was missing only his pants that the pair was in a hurry to get their nut on, and the rapid strokes of the teenager's invading member supported his guess, as the older boy seized the younger one's hips to really give it to him hard and fast.

Bobby had to cover his mouth from gasping out loud and thus giving away his presence to the two grunting occupants of the room. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets over watching how the teenager completely dominated the younger boy's body, shaking him about like a ragdoll while his powerful deep strokes caused the freckle-faced boy to mewl like an excited kitten. He saw how Andrew's slender legs kicked about as the tips of his sneakers hung mere inches from the checkered linoleum floor while his slim hard penis twitched to each beat of the teenager's pube-covered groin smacking against his jiggling bubble butt, and seeing the teenager threw his head back while pummeling the smooth buttocks of a boy not much younger than he was without mercy, made Bobby gulp down in nervous excitement.

Of course, his street smarts had educated him in all the terms in relation to this act he was witnessing: fag, gay, homo, queer, all of those terms were to be uttered with contempt and disgust to solidify his tough-guy persona among his non-existent peers. But the more he watched these two going at it, the more Bobby became unsure if contempt and disgust were what he should be feeling right about now. When he saw the teen leaned over to smother the boy underneath him with his muscular torso and pumped into his ass with all his might accompanied by Andrew's loud wails, he knew what feelings he should be feeling right at that moment instead: excitement and, most of all, jealousy.

He was excited to no end to see the teenager completely overpowering the lanky boy, thrusting so deep that the rich kid yowled and begged, not for mercy, but to encourage his violator to violate his poor fanny even harder. He was jealous over the care the teenager displayed despite of his hard-fucking of his fellow schoolmate, snaking his large hands around Andrew's skinny frame to caress every inch of his sweaty pale skin, and reaching down to jerk off his slim hard nail much to the brown-haired boy's groaning appreciation. The moment the teenager kissed the nape of Andrew's neck and made the boy shudder, Bobby could feel himself getting hard below the waist and had to fight the sudden urge to drop his trousers and started jerking off right then and there.

The thought of fleeing the scene entered his mind for but a few fleeting moments, before it was replaced by a kind of longing that he didn't know existed inside of him. As he stared unblinking at the lewd acts committed by the two underage boys in front of him, another thought popped up in his mind: were the other kids he saw earlier aware of this kind of thing as well? Was this game just an excuse so they can fuck each other up the ass where nobody could see them? At the very least, Andrew and the teen pumping his ass with his girthy fuckstick right now seemed to be using it for that very purpose, and he couldn't help but wonder if that loudmouth little fatty Gabe Townsend was aware that his best friend was getting sodomized while he was off to play somewhere in this place.

All of a sudden, he was desperate for answers, and so Bobby decided to leave the two grunting boys and seek out the rest of the game's participants. The young rebel sneaked past the pair while the teenager grabbed Andrew under his armpits and lifted him up off the desk, fucking him while supporting the boy's entire weight with only his arms and shaking him about in the air much to the freckle-faced boy's delight as he cried with joy. As the rich kid's lamentations reached the highest of crescendos, Bobby sped up the pace of his stealth-walking and continued his journey down the empty hallways of the school building.

He could hear in the distance that the game was still very much on, as the squeaks of rubber soles and happy cries of young intruders echoed throughout the halls. He spotted another open door when he turned the corner, this one right next to the janitor's closet, which was also left ajar. The set of two open doors threw Bobby off as he could hear the familiar smacks and sighs of two horny boys coming from either one of them, and once again he used all the caution he can muster to approach them without alerting their occupants of his presence.

A quick peek into the janitor's closet revealed that it was empty, but the next door leading into another classroom was quite the opposite, as Bobby was once again treated with the sight of two horny prepubescent boys abandoning their game of hide-and-seek to play another, less-than-innocent 'game'. This time, it was the blonde chubby Gabe Townsend who was sighing and licking his lips as he wrapped his little arms around the equally plump and doubly excited visage of Adam Carlyle. The gesture could have passed for a photo of a greeting card where the rotund blonde boy was giving his crew cut ginger pal a big ol' friendly hug, if it wasn't for the fact that the pair of munchkins were butt naked save for the shoes on their feet, and the way Gabe was gyrating his hips against Adam's baby crotch was an obvious sign that he was looking for something that was more than just friendly.

There was also the fact that each boy was jamming the large rubber handle of a screwdriver up each other's butts, which would no doubt be frowned upon, if it were to be put on the cover of a greeting card.

Bobby Sanders thought he knew all there is to know about being daring and fearless and sticking it to the man, but here he was proven by a couple of third-grade toddlers that he knew nothing about how daring it was to have sex with your own classmate, how fearless it was to be butt naked in the middle of a classroom that they use every single day, and most definitely how to literally stick it to another guy as he gulped down hard and watched the show. Gabe and Adam's round bellies were pressed against one another as their smooth hairless bodies writhe about to seek pleasures from the friction on each other's velvety skin, their hands moving up and down to jam the large rubber handles in and out of their tiny little poopers. Adam was the more vocal of the two, as the tubby little ginger panted and gasped into Gabe's ear, eliciting an amused giggle from the blonde imp as he flashed a gap-toothed smile.

"Told ya this was a good idea," Bobby heard Gabe speak as he rubbed his right cheek against Adam's own like a kitten demanding affection.

"D'ya ever stop patting yourself on the back?" he heard the chubby ginger sigh in response before he backed away to place his forehead against Gabe's. Bobby could see how intimate they were becoming, as the tips of their noses touched one another's while they continued to violate each other's poopers with the handyman tools.

"I wasn't, ngh, wrong, right?" Gabe groaned, savoring the large rubber invader in his poop chute, "None of us are big enough to feel good, so we gotta make do with what the janitor's got."

"I wish I could get stuffed with Lucas' tool-EEK!!" Adam let out a little yelp when Gabe took a firm grip on the metal part of the screwdriver and started thrusting the large rubber end even faster, punching the ginger's kiddie prostate with its blunt ends harder than before and causing him to pant like a dog in heat.

"Lucas is busy with Drew," the blonde third-grader grinned in a rather devilish manner, "If you wanna have fun, you're gonna have it with me."

"Why you-!" the crew cut ginger flashed an equally devilish grin as he returned the favor, and soon the classroom was alive with even louder gasps, moans, and groans of two sexed-up third-graders violating each other's anuses with their makeshift dildoes. Bobby watched as the two little angels turned into a pair of sex-starved demons, kissing and nuzzling and licking each other all over their prepubescent bodies while their plump pair of boytits rubbed against one another's to make each of their dime-sized nipples jut out in excitement. At one point Gabe craned his neck to open his mouth and clamped his lips on Adam's right nipple, and the chubby ginger child threw his head back to savor the delightful feeling of both the large rubber handle punching up his guts and the blonde boy furiously sucking on his right teat like a hungry little baby.

"Oh, oh Gabe, awwh, oooooh," Adam chanted with joy.

"Mmmph, mmmphmm, mmmm," came Gabe's muffled response, as he too could sense how excited Adam was becoming from the speed at which the rubber handle was penetrating his pert round buttocks. The ginger kid was now rubbing his dickie and bare round belly against Gabe's own to demand more of the gooey feelings he was savoring at the pits of his stomach, and Gabe, ever the helpful playmate that he was, was more than happy to comply as he mimicked Adam's actions and caused the redheaded boy to groan in delight over the tingling in his loins.

Bobby could feel himself getting even more excited now than when he saw the teenager, whom he assumed was called Lucas, fucking the ever-loving existence out of the rich kid he had despised in the other classroom earlier. Despite these little ones' innocent outward appearances, their knowledge of the flesh was anything but, as they sought pleasure from the comfort of each other's immature bodies in a raw, primal kind of way. In fact, it was because their young age belied the extent of their carnal knowledge that this little peep show became all the more exciting for the young buck, as he found himself unconsciously stroking his raging hard-on through the fabric of his jeans.

He sighed as the two tiny cherubs sought each other's mouth for a kiss, a certain deep longing budding in the pits of his stomach as he stroked and squeezed his own painful erection while the little ones in the classroom reached a mutual climax. He had never seen kids this young orgasmed before and he didn't think it was possible until this very day when he saw Gabe and Adam hug each other tightly while pushing the screwdriver handles in and out of their tiny poopers as fast as they could without once breaking their passionate kiss. The rapid pace of their mutual penetrations was fast and frantic until all of a sudden the two of them stopped and their bodies tensed up while they each jammed the handles of their respective screwdrivers up the other's rectum.

Adam and Gabe's chubby little bodies shook and shivered like a pair of entwined ragdolls being shaken about at the end of an invisible puppetmaster's strings. Both little boys came with such a force that their knees buckled under their own weight to send the two sagging down onto the floor, each one letting out a muffled moan from their conjoined lips. The look on their faces was one of joy and blissful release, as the last of the shakes left their bodies and they broke off their kiss to gaze into each other's flushed, pink faces.

"Gotta admit," Adam panted as he smiled weakly, "This was a pretty good idea."

"Told ya so," Gabe gave a weak giggle when a loud clutter came from behind him and he looked back to see the screwdriver, slicked with his own sweat and ass juices, slid out of his anus and fell to the floor.

"Your butt's too loose to hold anything up now, huh?" the ginger teased.

"Shaddap," the little nine-year-old blondie shot back before they both laughed with devilish glee. Bobby knew it was time for him to make his exit, as Gabe pulled out the screwdriver handle still lodged up Adam's butt and sniffed it. Their laughter once again echoed out to the hallways while Bobby successfully snuck past undetected and was on the lookout for his next destination.

If he wasn't certain of it before, he sure was certain of it now: these kids take other guys' dicks in their mouths and up their butts like it's no big deal, and watching them do that excited him somehow. He resented the fact that spying on these brats doing their dirty deeds brought him any kind of enjoyment whatsoever, still holding on to the firm belief that he wasn't queer, but there was a bit of a hope spot for him as he headed down the corridors in search of his real target. Pablo Martinez was part of this group of little cocksuckers and juvenile ass-bandits, and if he could somehow catch the school's own shining star taking one up the pooper it would make all of these troubling thoughts pinballing in his mind worth his while.

He cursed the fact that of all the days for him to forget to bring his cellphone it had to be this one, but he didn't dawdle on this thought for too long as he heard the now familiar sighs and groans of kiddie sex coming from the computer lab. Bobby once again made sure he wasn't noticed as he approached the slightly open door at a slow, steady rate, and once more listened in close as he laid his back against the wall right beside the lab's entrance. The sounds of wet smacks and soft moans confirmed that this was the right room he was looking for, but the sheer volume of it seemed to indicate there were much, much more than three people having sex in that very room right now.

As he mulled over this fact he heard the familiar sound of Jacob Hanes saying in between heavy pants, "Ohmigosh, are these, ungh, really you guys!?"

"Guess so," Pablo Martinez's sigh caught Bobby's ears, "First time I'm seeing it, though."

"Is so cool," Jake Sullivan's groan rang out in between the moans of many.

Bobby couldn't fathom how there could possibly be any more than seven people trespassing into the school grounds without him knowing anything about it. Not only that, it sounded almost as if there was a whole crew of boys getting porked by a bunch of teenagers and even adult men, judging from the sound of their excited soprano yips and yelps interspersed with the baritone growls of much older males. The boy's curiosity could not be contained any longer, and he waited until the right moment to peer into the room through the window panel of the lab's door only to audibly gasp at what he was seeing.

On the floor of the computer lab was the sight of the star of Pinewood Heights Elementary, the wholesome and clean-cut friendly neighborhood Pablo Martinez himself, bare-naked save for the shoes on his feet and down on his knees while bending over to seize the hips of the boy in front of him in the grips of his powerful hands. The Hispanic boy had his back turned towards the door so Bobby could not get a good look of who it was he was fucking, but the bobbing curly hair and the shoes with Pokémon symbols splayed on either side of Pablo's legs suggested that none other than Jacob Hanes was on the receiving end of the school star's schlong as the twelve-year-old's pert brown butt puckered with each forward thrust he made into the little nerd's butthole. Furthermore, the tiny little legs in between Pablo's athletic thighs hinted that as Pablo rammed into the curly-haired boy's ass he was also forcing Jacob Hanes to ram into Jake Sullivan's pooper at the exact same speed, and from the way those little legs squirmed and kicked about Bobby could only guess that the little ginger brat was thoroughly enjoying the pummeling his poor little baby bottom had to endure.

However, the threesome on the floor was not the one that caught his attention the most and made him almost give away his location by gasping aloud. No, the threesome that caught his attention was the one that was displayed on the pull-down projection screen displayed on the far end of the room that the three boys seemed to be watching so intently as they are joined together dicks-to-asses, for the large image portrayed not just one nor two but three and more combinations of boys, men, and teens working on each other's cocks and assessment with wild abandon. Though the quality of the picture was rather dimmed due to the low strength of the projector situated on the ceiling of the computer lab, the images that came through were clear enough for Bobby to make out the naked shapes of males of three different generations having a go at one another's forbidden fruits.

He stood mesmerized as the camera showed a large penis being repeatedly shoved into the wide-open mouth of an eager nine-year-old boy, all while two large hands seized his slim, childish hips and bounced him around on another man's large cock. He exhaled a sigh of longing as the camera panned to the side to show another boy about his age was getting his rigid cock sucked by a small, messy-haired boy while at the same time a pot-bellied man thrust his stiff poker furiously into his unguarded anus. As the images cut into what appeared to be the inside of a blue tent where eleven boys and teens were engaged in anal, oral, threesomes, and even foursomes, of which some of the orgy's participants he recognized to be two of the three boys who were fucking on the floor of the computer lab right before him, Bobby could no longer hold back the tingling in his loins as he instinctively unbuckled his pants to pull out his semi-hardening circumcised dick and started jerking off right then and there, to the moaning montages of sexed-up little boys.

He knew he wasn't queer. He was very certain that he wasn't. But the sight of so many men indulging in their primal urges to ravish the twisting and undulating hairless bodies of so many prepubescent boys, on top of the three whining boys pumping each other's asses on the floor, in addition to memories of the previous lewd sights he had witnessed, was simply too much for him to resist. He needed release so bad that he had forgotten all about stealth and remaining unseen as he seized his hard dick and stroked on it with all of his furious, youthful might while drinking in all the lewd sights beyond the window panel of the computer lab's door.

"Enjoying the show?"

The sudden voice in his ears caught him off guard and he whirled around to see the teenager from before, now fully naked save for his shoes with his entire body glistening with sweat and his face flushed with a healthy pink glow, was standing right behind him. Unfortunately, the way Bobby spun around caused his ankles to get caught in his own jeans which were bunched around his lower legs, and he lost his balance to slam his entire back against the heavy wooden computer lab door behind him. He could feel the door give way and he knew that it was only a matter of seconds before the back of his head would painfully bounce against the linoleum floor, but he was surprised to see the teenager reacting with lightning-fast reflex and seized his wrists before any of that could happen.

"Whoa there, bucko!" he said, "You could've hurt yourself real good there!"

"Let go of me you fucking perv!" he shouted as he regained his balance.

"Hey now, is that any way to talk to the guy who just saved your ass?" the teen's grip tighten around Bobby's wriggling wrist as a wicked grin dawned on his face, "Besides, I just caught you jerking off to three guys fucking each other while watching a video of guys fucking the crap out of other guys. So who're the one to call me a perv?"

Bobby wanted to retort with something sharp and scathing when he realized that he got absolutely nothing to shoot back with. The teenager had caught him both figuratively and literally with his dick in his hand, and his addled young brain could not come up with any sort of logic that could in any way justify what he was doing before he got caught. He opened and closed his mouth several times yet no words managed to pass through them, and the teenager smirked knowing that there was no way the boy could weasel his way out of this one, as he all of a sudden pulled him in by the wrist and hoisted Bobby over one shoulder as if he weighed nothing at all.

"H-Hey!" he shouted in surprise.

"If you really wanted to have some fun with us, all you gotta do is ask," the teenager said as he pushed open the door to the computer lab. The three occupants of the room seemed to be aware of their arrival, for they have ceased their anal play and were standing buck naked in the middle of the room all sweaty and flushed as the pair made their entrance. "Look alive, gang: we got ourselves a surprise guest, and I think he wants to join our little game!" the teen announced as he strode into the room before clearing up space on one of the computer tables and unceremoniously dumped Bobby's meager body on top of it.

"Oof!" the air whooshed out of the young buck's chest when his back hit the desk, "What the hell do you think you're doing, you faggot!?"

"Got quite a mouth ain'cha?" The evil grin on the teenager's face grew even wider, "I like feisty kids like you. Wonder what else you got on offer other than that big mouth of yours?"

With that, Lucas gripped both of Bobby's wrists with his powerful hands before pulling down his jeans completely off of his legs in one swift move. The little rebel was not wearing any underwear, and everything he had to offer was in full display as the entire room could get a good look of his throbbing mast standing proud amidst a few strands of pubic hair. He expected jeers and mocking laughter over his vulnerable state, but he was surprised to find what he got were gasps of awe instead as the other three boys gathered around him to marvel at the young colt's modest erection.

"He already got hair on his crotch!" he heard the curly-haired nerd gasp in surprise.

"Lookit how big he is!" the little ginger peeped in turn, "Think he's as big as you, Pablo?"

"Seems like it," the Hispanic star grinned, "Maybe I should measure it to see if he got me beat?"

Accompanied with a chorus of "Yeah, yeah, do it!" coming from the younger kids, Bobby saw Pablo approaching him to come to inspect his most taboo spot opposite from the opposite side of where the large teenager was pinning him down. The fact that he was helpless at his most vulnerable moment made his anger bubble up from deep within his belly, and the fact that it was the kid he hated the most from school that's going to add more to his perceived humiliation filled him with rage, as his left leg kicked about in a futile effort to instinctively make his getaway. It did, however, find its mark by accident and it even surprised himself that he managed to land a quick kick on Pablo's bare naked belly that caused the Hispanic boy to reel back a good distance away.

"Oomph!" Pablo groaned as he tumbled backward before regaining his balance. He was grimacing in pain, and he held his belly in a place where an angry red mark was now flaring up with both of his hands. For a second Bobby felt a pang of guilt for what he did, before remembering that he was supposed to use this chance to escape as he continued to squirm and break free from Lucas' grip.

"Let go of me, asshole!" Bobby shouted, moments before he could feel his arms being pushed down by the teenager and forcing him to painfully bent over backward over the surface of the computer desk. "Ow! Ow ow oww!" he lamented, "S-Stop! Stop! Stop it!"

"Pablo, you okay?" the teenager looked at the Hispanic boy with concern.

"I'm fine!" his reply came with a small coughing fit, "It's okay! I'm fine! Please stop that, Lucas! You're hurting him!"

Bobby saw the teenager turning his attention back to him before moving in real close, the playful smile was gone as he gazed at the young colt with murder in his eyes. The boy's bravado vanished in an instant as he half-winced in pain and half-gulped in fright as he heard the teenager growled straight into his ears. Despite his very much naked appearance, the teenager delivered his monologue in a way that convinced Bobby that he had better shut his yap or there will be hell to pay as his scowl deepened with every single word coming out of his mouth.

"Listen here you little shit," he began, "You're part of this the moment you decided to stay and get your jollies off of watching other guys take it up the ass instead of running away as fast as your scrawny little feet can take you, so take that high and mighty shit up to somebody who cares! Now you got two choices here. Either you choose to play nice with the rest and maybe you'll get to shoot your rocks off and have a good time, or you can choose to keep being a little shit so I can shove a keyboard up your ass and break it in half. Oh, and that is before I call up a bunch of guys who'll fuck you so long and so hard, you can drive a bus up your gaping asshole! Now I'm gonna let you go, and once I do, you're gonna make either one of those choices and deal with it, you got that?"

True to his words, Lucas let go of the rebellious young colt and took a few steps back before crossing his arms and looking at Bobby with a menacing glare. For his part, the boy sat back up on the desk while massaging his sore wrists, looking back and forth between the Hispanic boy and his two munchkin attendants, the athletic fifteen-year-old who just read him the riot act, and the wide-open door of the computer lab. Two minutes ago running past the computer lab and leaving all this craziness behind might sound like a viable option, but he knew deep down that even if he was still fully clothed without his dick hanging out for all to see he wouldn't take that third option. His curiosity was already piqued, and there's no going back now as he sighed to resign to his fate.

"Fine," Bobby said with a frown, "I'll play your stupid little game for now."

"Good choice," Lucas said, still unsmiling as he nodded towards Pablo's general direction, "Now apologize to Pablo."

"What!? Why do I have to-"

"You wanna know what a keyboard up your ass feels like?" the teenager gave a cold glare before repeating his command, "Apologize."

If there is one thing he hated more than anything else, it was being told what to do. It felt so strange to him that he was only now learning harsh discipline when he was pantsless with his dick hanging out while surrounded by equally naked boys of his peers, somehow knowing that it would not be wise for him to challenge the sweaty, naked teenager who was glaring at him right now. He swallowed his pride, turned to look at Pablo and his two buck-naked buddies, and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry."

"What?" the teenager barked, the look on his face telling Bobby that he better had something better than the half-hearted apology he just uttered.

"I'm sorry," Bobby repeated in a louder voice, no less insincere but definitely defiant as he shot the teen a dirty look.

"It's, it's okay, Bobby," Pablo said, trying to defuse the situation, "You just kinda surprised me is all."

"You know my name?" the revelation took the young buck aback as he turned an inquisitive gaze towards the Hispanic boy.

"Of course! You're Bobby Sanders, though I hear the younger kids call you The Sandman," Pablo turned his gaze towards Jake and Jacob, both of whom were hiding behind him as they each shot Bobby a cautious glare, "I also hear that you like to cause trouble, and don't like hanging out with anybody at school."

"Yeah well guess that turned out for the best didn't it, cuz it spared my ass a pounding," the young colt gave a sarcastic chuckle at that.

"That's one way to look at it," Pablo shrugged, "Tell me, what do you think about when you jerk off?"

"Big tits and loose pussies, what else? Unlike you fa-" Bobby caught himself when he saw Lucas narrowing his eyes when he almost mentioned the taboo word and hurriedly revised his sentence, "I-I mean, unlike you guys, I don't have dicks and balls in my mind all day long."

"So then why did you take off your pants?"

The question came from the little redhead peeking his head from Pablo's left side, which was followed by his curly-haired companion peeking out from Pablo's right. "Yeah," the curly-haired boy chimed in, "If you don't like seeing guys doing it, then why did you play with yourself while peeking in on us?"

Once again, the awkwardness of the situation fell on Bobby like a sack of bricks as he failed to find the answer. The circumstances were not at all in his favor, and he cursed his raging hormones for making him do something so stupid in hindsight. "I-I don't gotta tell you shrimps nothing!" he scoffed in anger, averting his gaze from their inquisitive eyes.

Embarrassed was not even close to describing how he felt right about now. He was literally caught with his pants down, and whatever he said next felt like he was just lying to save his own pride and ego from getting bruised. The turmoil of confusion and rage consumed him so much that he didn't notice Pablo walking up to him as he said, "You know what I think? I think you just want to feel good, and not have to worry about whether or not you're supposed to be thinking about big tits and loose pussies while you're at it."

"What are you doing?" he wanted to move away, but Pablo was already between Bobby's legs as he gazed up at the young rebel with a smile on his face.

"Try not to think about it too much and just enjoy it, okay?" the Hispanic boy said, and before Bobby could utter another word of protest, Pablo opened his mouth to devour all that the brown-haired rebel had to offer in between his legs.

"Wait, dooooooonuuuuuh," he groaned as he felt his entire mast engulfed with the kind of warmth and wetness he had never experienced before in his entire life. The gooey feelings made him see stars as Pablo went to work on his throbbing manhood, bobbing up and down with gusto and licking all the most sensitive parts of the boy's glans. "Ooh ooh aah aagh," Bobby groaned in excitement, instinctively reaching his hands up for Pablo's head moments before he stopped himself out of hesitation.

The Hispanic boy seemed to be able to read his mind however and guided his hands with his own onto the back of the handsome school star's head, to silently tell him that it was okay for him to follow his baser instincts. Now that he had expressed permission from the fellator, all of his inhibitions seemed to wash away and Bobby started pulling Pablo's head in to demand that he suck him even faster. The twelve-year-old boy was more than happy to comply and doubled down on fellating the groaning boy, bobbing so fast that his head was almost a blur as Bobby hissed and ran his fingers all over Pablo's dark hair to show his appreciation. This being his very first time on the receiving end of a blowjob, and one from an expert at that, the young buck couldn't hold himself back much longer as he felt the familiar pressure rising up from his taut balls and arched his back while pulling Pablo's head towards his groin as he shot his meager load into the Hispanic boy's mouth.

The young rebel could feel Pablo caressing his buttcheeks with both hands as they puckered and jiggled with each wad of cum his cock shot into the other boy's mouth. Five times Bobby pushed the dark-haired boy's head down onto his loins before he finally let him go, slumping backward to lie down on top of the computer desk while panting and gasping for air after the most satisfying climax he had ever experienced in his young life. Bobby shuddered as he felt Pablo releasing his cock from his mouth and feeling the tip of his tongue teasing his balls and glans, closing and opening his eyes several times, as if trying to convince himself this was not some sort of wild wet dream he was having.

"How was it?" he heard Jake Sullivan chirped up, and Bobby doubted the question was aimed at him for he heard his nerdy companion piped in afterward.

"Was it thick like Chuck's or Miguel's?" Jacob said.

"Well, not really," came Pablo's reply, "But he does have a lot of it, just like those guys."

It didn't take long for Bobby to connect the dots and realize what they were talking about. There was a part of him that felt so strange about hearing these little brats discussing about the cum of another boy and two adult men like they were discussing their favorite video games, but another part of him felt a certain satisfaction from making the most popular boy in school gulp down his boy batter in their entirety. It tickled his evil bones in all of the right ways, and his prepubescent boner responded in kind by slowly rising up in excitement over the whole ordeal.

"Hey look, he got hard again!" Jake's angelic voice rang out.

"Cool!" the nerd added in turn, "Hey Sandman, mind if we take our turn now?"

He was too embarrassed to admit that he liked getting his dick blown by other guys, so Bobby didn't say a word and merely gave a weak nod while averting his gaze. The pair of imps saw right through him as he heard them giggle in amusement before he all of a sudden felt two wet sensations kissing on his cock and balls that made him gasp aloud in surprise. "Oh Jesus!" he exclaimed and propped himself up on the desk to see what the two little dorks were up to with his most precious family jewels.

What he saw were a pair of young cherubs expertly committing some less-than-angelic deeds, as the ginger child licked and suckled on his cockhead while his curly-haired friend nibbled and devoured his balls in his small little mouth. The pair worked perfectly in sync with one another, where Jacob would take over suckling on his glans while Jake licked along the length of his mast and teasing his balls before trading roles to elicit more groans of pleasure from the older boy. Before this, Bobby would have dismissed them as a pair of rugrats who knew nothing about anything, yet here they were showing him that they at least knew everything there is to know about servicing another guy's cock, as they now both suckled on the tip of his penis like a pair of hungry babies starving for milk.

Bobby hissed when Jake swallowed his cock whole into his small mouth, his baby cheeks bulging as he did his best to swallow what he could while Jacob nibbled and kissed the remaining length that Jake could not. Once again Bobby sat upright and caressed the soft hairs of the two eager beavers with his hands, and both of them rewarded his affection by doubling down on their effort to make him cum. Bobby's head was spinning like a merry-go-round on speed, the tingles of pleasure building up in his immature loins as Jacob took up the duty of downing his boy cock while Jake moved his head down to nibble and tease the lower parts of his balls and perineum.

He was too busy silently complimenting the two little boys for a blowjob well done, caressing their hair and pushing their heads down on his genitals, that he only realized that someone was behind him when he felt a warm body and a semi inflated penis pressing up against his back. Looking back he saw Pablo's face greeting him with a friendly smile as the Hispanic boy wrapped his arms around his body and used his hands to tease his nipple and caress his belly. At any other time he would've decked the guy for daring to touch his body without his permission like that, but considering it was the same guy who had swallowed his cum, he decided that he could spare him a decking just for today, as he sighed with enjoyment over the combined treatment of the hands-on his torso and the eager little mouths on his genitals.

"What are you guys doing?"

Bobby's sexual high was dampened a bit when he recognized that voice, and turned to see Andrew Winfied staring at him while standing by the door to the computer lab with the two equally naked figures of Adam Carlyle and his ever-present lackey Gabe Townsend on either side of him. He would have died out of embarrassment, if it wasn't for the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying getting his cock and balls serviced by the two little kids and the school's most popular student pinching on his boytits. As such, he really could care less when Andrew's constant chubby companion perked up and grinned when he recognized the star of the gangbang and exclaimed, "Hey it's the Sandman!"

"Hey yeah, it's him!" the ginger tubby chimed in, "I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff!"

"Hunh, nuuh," Bobby sputtered gibberish as he tried to say something. His reputation as a self-proclaimed rebel hinged on what he was going to say next, yet nothing came to mind as the nimble fingers tweaking his teats and little tongues swiping on his cock was not doing him any favors whatsoever. Lucas, however, came to his rescue as the teen turned to regard the newcomers with a devilish smile and offered his version of what was going on.

"He caught Pablo and the gang having fun in the lab, and now they're trying to buy his silence the best way they know how," Lucas spoke up as he winked towards Bobby's direction and added, "Right, Pablo?"

"Yeah, that's about sums it up," he heard the Hispanic boy speak behind him. It was not exactly the entire truth, but it was a version that Bobby could live with.

Luckily for him, neither of the two little kids slobbering on his junk was up to the task to correct him, and that Gabe has the attention span of a goldfish as the chubby blonde boy turned his attention towards the big screen to exclaim, "Whoa cool! Is that the new 'Dinkies'!? We're in this one!"

"You are?" Adam said in excitement before adding, "Hey yeah, you are! That's so cool!"

"It's kinda embarrassing to watch myself like this," Andrew said with a blush.

"Hah, like you're one to talk, Drew!" the blonde chubby said as he looked down on his older pal's groin, grinning over how the ten-year-old's sweat and cum-glazed penis was slowly rising up in excitement.

The exchange was yet another conversation that brought even more questions to Bobby's mind, but his brain was too jumbled up to form the proper words as he groaned when Jake and Jacob decided to really go down on him with renewed fervor. He spied the little ginger's hand was on the curly-haired nerd and vice versa, both of them jerking each other off while they slobbered and licked all over his wildly throbbing boyhood. Pablo was not letting up on his treatment over his now incredibly sensitive boytits either, and the triple assault was becoming more and more unbearable to endure, as the young rebel craved release more than anything else in the world right now. He roamed his fingers all over the back of each child's heads to demand they serviced his shaft with even more gusto, and when Jake french-kissed Jacob with Bobby's cockhead lodged in between their lips, the lewd sight of the two little boys was too much for him as he hollered out loud while holding their heads down and climaxing into their conjoined mouths.

The force of the cum spurting out of his pee slit and the way the two were kissing each other made the initial blast miss its mark and stained their flushed pink cheeks instead. Luckily Jacob's gamer instincts kicked in as he pushed Jake off a bit to clamp his lips and took all of the older boy's cum into his mouth, making Bobby hiss and shudder over the warmth and sliminess of the curly-haired boy's lapping tongue. Seven times he shot into the child's mouth and making Jacob's cheek bulge like a squirrel carrying a load of nuts, before the child took his lips off of Bobby's cock to seize his ginger pal into his arms and locked his lips with Jake's own, grabbing the redhead's butt with his hands as he furiously humped his loins against his buddy's while sharing the young colt's nut juice back and forth between their hungry little mouths.

Bobby watched in awe as Jacob mimicked his pal grabbing his ass and the two little kids humped onto each other's groins into a bumpy dry climax, groaning and huffing a muffled moan as they closed their eyes and savored Bobby's boy batter between the two of them. He never knew kids as young as these brats could ever be sexually aware enough to pound their own puds, let alone doing what those two just did, and the sight of two deceptively innocent-looking boys doing not so innocent things to each other excited him to no end. Already his once limp dick was starting to fill up with blood as it hardened to some degree as he watched the two boys break their kiss and panted while looking into each other's eyes dreamily, a fact that was not lost on the Hispanic boy he was leaning against who was now stroking his chest and belly with great care.

"Wow, you're pretty quick to get it back up, huh?" Pablo said with a smile on his face, "Then maybe you're ready to kick it up a notch."

Right as Bobby was wondering what in the world was he talking about, the handsome Hispanic boy seized the young stallion's mast and stroked it with one hand to elicit a joyous moan on his part. The twelve-year-old boy tweaked and massaged the fleshy pole with great care, until it was hard enough to his liking, before he moved away to gently lay Bobby down on the desk and arranged himself so that he was now squatting over his raging hard-on with the tip of the brown-haired boy's cock nudging against the puckered hole of Pablo poop chute. In an instant, Bobby knew what was going to happen next, yet he was still taken aback when the other boy lowered himself down, to bury the entire length of Bobby's modest girth within the warm confines of his love canals.

"Ooooh shit," the eleven-year-old rebel groaned as he experienced the very first boypussy ever in his young life. The gooey, squishy depths of Pablo's rectum were like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he shuddered and whined while savoring the gooey feelings he got from the boy on top of him gyrating his hips to and fro. He looked up to see the handsome star of Pinewood Heights Elementary closed his eyes to savor the shaft piercing his kiddie rectum while rocking his body back and forth, licking his lips and scrunching his brows before opening his eyes to gaze down at the young rebel with a contented smile.

"Ooh this is even better than I thought," he sighed to Bobby, "Okay, here we go!"

Pablo didn't waste any time getting straight to the action as he lifted himself up a little before slamming his ass back down onto Bobby's loins and making the boy shudder with pure sexual delight. The eleven-year-old colt was in heaven, and it didn't take too long of Pablo bouncing about on Bobby's dong for nature to take its course when Bobby seized the older boy's slim hips and started thrusting his cock up Pablo's pooper while gasping and moaning all the way. Soon they settled for a pace that suited them well, and both boys gave in to their baser instincts and started rutting away like a pair of weasels to seek pleasure from each other's immature bodies.

Bobby could feel his entire body tingling as he fucked Pablo's ass with the kind of vigor and lust only a hormonally charged young male could ever muster, arching his hips upwards to meet each and every downward stroke Pablo was making to slam his nuts against the older boy's pert, hairless buttcheeks. Pablo, in turn, rewarded his efforts by planting his sneakers on either side of Bobby's torso to provide support, so he can bounce on Bobby's cock even faster, moaning with delight while licking his lips as he savored the delicious feeling of the young buck's penis head tickling his prostate over and over again. The computer desk creaked loud to each and every thrust of the two sexed-up young boys copulating on top of it, as if threatening to give way, but neither one of them paid it any mind for the only thing they can focus on was the pursuit of their mutual climaxes.

Which was why Bobby didn't notice when a large pair of hands lifted his legs up and pushed them up with nary any effort whatsoever. He only sensed something was up when Pablo took hold of and pinned his legs underneath his armpits while a kind of wetness rubbed on and across his exposed anus, and he looked up past the Hispanic boy's left shoulder to see Lucas looming right behind the happily bouncing lad. He only managed to put two and two together when he felt a kind of pressure invading past the rings of his exposed hole, and by then it was already too late as he gasped out loud when he sensed what felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up his butt.

"Aaaaghh!" he shouted, "W-What the fuck is that!?"

"Well what do you think, wise guy?" the teenager grinned as he let out a contented sigh, sinking more of his dick into Bobby's unguarded ass.

"No no no! T-Take it out! Take it out!" he wailed out loud, though despite the burning pain in his poor bum he still remained hard and raring to go with Pablo bouncing on his own cock.

"See, we only got one rule around here: you only get as much as you give," Lucas' eyes twinkled with evil glee, "And as far as I can see, all you've been doing since you got here is getting some, haven't you? Now it's time for you to pay the bills, and let me tell you right now: it ain't cheap."

"Noooo," Bobby lamented as the gravity of his situation dawned on him at last. He imagined that the worst is going to happen, that the teenager's large girth is going to tear everything inside of him up before the stiff fleshy mast popped out of his throat. At least, that's what it felt like to him when more of the mature dong sank into his depths and made him feel like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.

His panic must have been more obvious than he thought as Pablo lowered his face down to his level and caressed his cheeks without once neglecting his duty of bouncing on the young buck's throbbing erection. "Don't worry, Lucas is just messing with you for what happened earlier," the twelve-year-old boy whispered, "He always takes it easy on first-timers no matter. Trust me, you're gonna love this!"

He normally hated to be talked down like a little kid like this, but there was something in the gentle manner of which Pablo spoke that made him relax a little, which in turn caused his anal muscles to relax as well and allowed the turgid invader to push in even deeper than before. While Pablo cooed into his ears and soothed him with words of encouragement, Bobby felt Lucas bottoming out as his pubic hair nestled snugly against his upturned asscrack. Right when it did, a dash of lightning struck his entire being as he could feel the tip of the teenage cock touching a spot deep inside of him that sent tingles all over his body.

"Heh, so you're still a virgin huh? I thought guys with a look like yours should be used to something like this," Lucas chuckled as he gyrated his hips to elicit another groan from Bobby.

"Stop teasing him, Lucas," Pablo huffed while bouncing his ass on the brown-haired boy's dick, "He said he was sorry already, didn't he?"

"Hey I didn't mean anything by it," the teenager grinned in turn, "Like I said, I promised him a good time if he behaved, and I'm about to make good on my promise." With that said, Lucas carefully moved his hips back a little bit before slowly thrusting back into the loosened caverns of the self-proclaimed young rebel pinned down underneath Pablo. Bobby let out a loud yelp, as he could feel the pain of being penetrated by a large cock was balanced out with the pleasure of said cock's head nudging against the magic spot in his belly, and he was torn between the two as Lucas started to pick up speed and punched the insides of Bobby's rectum with his rigid cock even faster and harder.

Stuck between the pleasure of having his cock pumping in and out of another boy's ass while another, much larger teenage dick was pumping in and out of his ass, Bobby tossed his head from side to side while chanting a litany of gibberish out of his mouth. With each forceful thrust, he could feel the last of his anal resistance gave way to allow Lucas unrestricted access into his love canal, and the teenager let go of all restraints and started working on Bobby's quivering hole properly. Their timing was erratic at first, but both Pablo and Lucas came to a silent agreement when they settled for a mutual rhythm that allowed them to bang the eleven-year-old they were pinning down with all their might and caused him to wail like a fire engine as he surrendered his body to the two more experienced boys.

If the joints of the desk were creaking before, they were positively whining right now as the computer desk shook about while trying to support the weight of three lust-driven boys fucking each other like wild animals on top of it. However they were drowned out by the whines and whimpers of the brown-haired young rebel stuck between the two boys diligently working on his dick and ass like they were the last they'll ever see, fucking and bouncing so fast and so hard beads of sweat broke out on their smooth hairless skins to roll down and drip onto the surface of the desk and floor. The way the teenager's dick repeatedly punched against his guts made his own cock throb hard with each downstroke, and the warm, gooey confines of Pablo's ass sent shivers down his spine each time the handsome Hispanic boy slammed his ass against his loins.

That familiar pressure was building up in his taut balls once again, and Bobby knew it wouldn't be long before he would be desperate for release as he roamed his hands all over Pablo's bare torso. The twelve-year-old seemed to understand what he needed, for he craned his neck to gaze at his co-conspirator with a wide smile, before leaning down to embrace the moaning boy underneath him and bouncing his butt off of Bobby's crotch even faster. Lucas took his cue from the ever-talented star of the school, seized Bobby's hips with his large hands, and slammed against his rectum to thrust harder and pillaged even deeper into the no longer virgin anus. Helpless under the whims of his two violators, Bobby could do nothing but cry out loud as the last few thrusts of Lucas's massive teenage cock sent him careening over the edge, and he held on to Pablo's sweaty body tight as the tinges of pleasure washed over him when he came for the third time in a row that afternoon.

Ropes of thin and clear fluid shot out of Bobby's piss slit to coat the walls of Pablo's innards while the Hispanic boy continued to bounce on his modest young prick, milking his immature dick for all that he was worth as he too felt his impending orgasm building up while hugging the bucking young colt close. Bobby's cock head punched against Pablo's prostate one time too many, as the handsome Hispanic boy gasped and moaned when his own manhood shot out his modest load, staining their conjoined wet chests and bellies with his sticky male discharge. Lucas joined in on the pair when he felt the brown-haired boy's anal muscles contract involuntarily, letting out a frustrated roar as he pumped several more times into the upturned butt before tensing up and injecting gallons upon gallons of his seed into the eleven-year-old boy's moist rectum.

Seven times the teenager shot his guns up his ass and seven times Bobby's body jerked around as the teenager slammed hard against his buttcheeks with each shot. Bobby had never felt so full in his entire life, not even when his mother gave him those enemas when he got a case of a, particularly bad flu. Right as he wondered if Lucas was ever going to stop filling him up with his loads of teenage juice, the older male settled down long enough before withdrawing his cock from his hole with a loud pop and caused the boy to shudder with an "Uungh!" when he felt the engorged penis head exiting his chute. He could feel a river of cum flowing out of his distended asshole, and all of a sudden there was this terrible empty feeling in the pits of his stomach that half made him wish Lucas had kept his dick plugging up his asshole.

Weakened from his intense fuck session, Bobby could do nothing but lay underneath Pablo as the Hispanic boy let go of his legs and laid on top of him while breathing in a heavy manner. On a normal day, he would've hated to be lying chest to chest against the boy whose very existence was enough to make him feel inferior, but so far, this day has not been anything close to normal and thus he did not feel any of the special kind of hatred that he had reserved specifically for Pablo. Instead, he ended up studying the curls of his dark hair, the shape of his perfect nose, and the full lips on his handsome face that strangely made his heart skip a beat and, much to his dismay, caused his penis, still stuck in Pablo's warm caverns, to slowly rise up to the occasion once more.

This fact was not lost on the twelve-year-old boy as he gave a weak smile and looked up at Bobby's face and said, "Wow! You came trice already and you still ready for a forth helping? You really are something, Sandman!"

"No way, he's hard again?" chuckled Lucas, "Gotta admit, kiddo: you're really putting my ego in check right about now!"

"Sh-Shut up," Bobby gave a low growl, too weak to feign anger as he averted his gaze from the two to distract himself from his hardening cock. This turned out to be a mistake, however, for the sights he saw around the room were only making his cock throb even harder within the confines of Pablo's poop chute.

On the floor right next to them was Andrew and the two chubby little munchkins who were gasping onto each other's faces as the freckle-faced boy laid them on top of one another to fuck one boy up the ass before switching to the other. Despite being scrawny and possessing a figure that Bobby deemed to be very much 'girly' in his all too masculine point-of-view, at the moment he was displaying a kind of raw machismo that the young rebel never thought he would be capable of doing. As he jammed his cock up a groaning Adam's ass and kissed his best buddy Gabe on the mouth, Bobby was starting to wonder if their sexual act was still gay, if they looked so manly while doing it.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard loud slurps from the other side of the desk, and he switched his gaze to watch the curly-haired nerd and his ginger pal locked in a sixty-nine on the floor while bobbing their heads on each other's modest pricklets. Each of the boys had a drunken look on their faces while going to town on each other's loins, slobbering all over their hairless genitals and shuddering with each downstroke of the other's puckered lips. The way they looked so comfortable with each other while performing the naughty deeds somehow filled him with a twinge of envy, a fact that was not lost on Pablo as he gently tapped on the boy's chest and said, "You gotta stop thinking too much about it, y'know?"

"What?" the young buck shot him a look.

"This whole thing about messing around with other guys, I mean," Pablo said while resting his chin on Bobby's chest, "My uncle Miguel told me that if you spend too much time thinking about it, you won't have any time left to enjoy it. We're just doing what feels good for each other. Nothing else matters. So try not to think too much and just have fun with it, okay?"

As much as he hated getting lectured by the perfect model student of Pinewood Heights Elementary, Pablo was surprisingly making so much sense right about now that he couldn't find a single comeback to mouth off with. Or maybe it was because their naked, sweaty bodies were pressed against each other while his own hardening cock was lodged up the handsome Hispanic boy's ass that rendered him a mute. Either way, he knew that the right choice was to keep his big mouth shut as Pablo carefully mounted off both him and the desk before saying, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

His response was a snort of disdain, knowing full well he had nowhere to go now that he has been stripped down of all but his sneakers and drenched in sweat and sex juices all over. Still, he knew better now than to reply with a sarcastic comeback and point out the obvious to the Hispanic boy, who returned to reward Bobby's silence with the naked, sweating body of a grinning Jake Sullivan. The twelve-year-old was carrying the little redhead like he would a little baby, cradling him in both arms and nuzzling his cheek with his nose to make the child giggle even more as Bobby heard Pablo say, "You ready, Jakey?"

"Yah," the ginger kid nodded, and he was once again taken to a fit of giggles as Pablo placed both hands underneath the little boy's armpits to raise him up to the desk and aligned his cute, winking little starfish against the tip of Bobby's throbbing cock.

If he hadn't known any better, Bobby would've raised some concerns over how such a small child could possibly take his large dick up his tiny little pooper. All the things he saw today, however, rendered him unsurprised when the little kid slid down his meat pole to bottom-out on his loins while moaning and lolling his small tongue like a dog in heat. The warmth and tightness of the young pup's anus were incredible, and a switch was flipped in Bobby's mind as he slapped Pablo's hands away, seized Jake by the armpits, and started thrusting his hips upwards to impale the ginger cherub on his throbbing penis.

"Nnnh nnngh nnngh nnngh," the child elicited a series of excited moans as his small body was bounced around on the young buck's lap. Bobby held him tight, as he slid off the desk and stood up, carrying the little redheaded boy along as if he weighed next to nothing and proceeded to slam his aching loins against his quivering buttocks in rapid succession. Jake hung on for dear life as Bobby continued to assault his poor fanny, hugging the older boy tight while savoring the intruding shaft punching up his kiddie prostate repeatedly to send delicious tingles all over his small frame.

Everything about fucking little Jakey excited Bobby, from the way he whined to the way he shivered and shook to each thrust of his throbbing penis. In fact, the redhead's whines of joy were only eclipsed by another boy's verbal complaints, as Bobby turned to see Pablo had bent Jacob in half and was gleefully stabbing his upturned bubble butt with his modest girth. The sideway glance Pablo gave him acted as an open invitation, and Bobby did not hesitate to walk on over while still fucking the redheaded child on his lap before laying him down next to his curly-haired pal.

The two angelic little boys moaned in unison and tossed their heads from side to side as Bobby hammered into Jake's smooth bubble butt while Pablo knelt right next to give Jacob the same treatment. He could feel that the more he pummelled the sweaty redhead's poor abused fanny the more his reason slowly slipped away from him, and when he saw the little ones reach over for each other and locked their lips in a deep passionate kiss, he could feel the last remnants of that reason went flying out the window, as he thrust into Jake even faster and harder. He didn't even give a second thought when Pablo's hand reached for him to turn his head and seek his mouth, the two older boys imitating the younger ones as their tongues swirled about in each other's mouth and their lips smacking about in a sloppy kiss.

From that point on, the orgy only grew more and more frantic as Bobby took a turn from one sexed up boy to the next one down the line. He remembered filling up Jakey's pert little ass with what felt like gallons upon gallons of his cum, before Andrew came up from behind him and slip his dick up his ass. He remembered that he fucked Gabe to a bumpy climax and suckled on Adam's plump boytits while the chubby kid sobbed tears of orgasmic joy, and he clearly remembered that he finally took his revenge on Lucas as he fucked and came in the teenager's warm, moist canals, all while the older male was fucking a groaning Pablo to his fourth climax of the day.

The rest became a veritable blur for Bobby, as the group changed partners so fast that he barely had enough time to register who was doing what. There was always a cock to suck, an ass to fuck, and a mouth to kiss as the whole room was filled with the moans of horny young boys and the wet smacks of skin slapping against sweaty skin, interspersed with the occasional creaking desks when someone decided to be more adventurous with their coupling. In the end, he remembered roaring in frustration as he shot his last remaining load into Andrew's quivering asshole, shaking like a leaf as he filled the rich kid's rectum with his cum before collapsing onto a heap of sweaty, naked pile of boy bodies.

The smell of sweat, sex, and boyish musk invaded Bobby's nostrils as Andrew laid on top of him, gasping and panting and dripping a mixture of sweat and cum all over his naked chest. Jake cooed as he cuddled him on his left while Gabe sighed on his right side with Pablo's cock still lodged deep inside of his rectum. Bobby had never dreamed that a day would come where he would be fucking the crap out of the asses of the kids he disliked in Pinewood Elementary, yet here he was lazing about amidst their sweaty naked bodies while all of their cum trickled out of his own asshole like a small stream.

As he turned to his left to see the tired, dreamy smile of Pablo's sleeping face, Bobby came to the conclusion that perhaps this dead-end cul-de-sac in the middle of nowhere was not as hopeless as he had initially thought it was. There were at least ten things he hated about Pinewood Heights, and he knew that list will only grow larger and larger as each passing day he would find something new to be angry about. Still, he had found at least seven reasons that made this place a little bit more bearable, and something told him that that list will only grow larger and larger as the clear days of summer vacation continues onward.

Chapter Seven
Enter the Sandman

While Pinewood Heights was a lively little suburb during the day, at night it took on the guise of a sleepy little burg out in the middle of nowhere, that was common among neighborhoods of its kind. Gone are the chatter and laughter of its inhabitants roaming about its streets as they moved their reveries indoors, and in their place were the sounds of crickets interspersed with the dull roars of cars passing on the freeway nearby. Everything else remained still and silent, save for one young rebel who had decided that remaining still was not his style.

Bobby Sanders trudged down the abandoned sidewalk wondering just what the hell he was getting himself into. Well, that's not quite right: the fauxhawked, light brown-haired boy knew precisely what he was getting himself into ever since his fateful encounter with Pablo and discovering the more promiscuous side of the good-looking twelve-year-old star of the school. What he didn't know was just how promiscuous his other schoolmates were, or for that matter, the many, many other boys of Pinewood Heights who easily put Pablo's brand of promiscuity to shame.

It all started when Gabe had invited him, Andrew, and Pablo to his house for a sleepover. He knew the instant the chubby blonde runt said "sleepover" there will be very little actual sleeping involved, and the fact that Gabe's mom was working a double shift yet again that night meant they can be as loud as they wanted to be, with little to no risk of being discovered. Thus the trio of older boys spent the entire night tag-teaming the eight-year-old sex fiend to ejaculate their seeds in every orifice on his small body over and over again, and after hours of pummeling their cocks into his sweet little holes and twisting the child around in positions that would make a yoga master gawk in disbelief, the four sweat-drenched youths decided to take a quick break, as they all laid tangled up in a heap on top of each other on Gabe's small, rickety wooden bed.

"Ay dio!" Pablo gasped as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

"You can say that again," Andrew panted as he laid beside him, cradling Gabe's sweaty stocky frame on top of him.

"Goddamn, that's the best one yet!" Bobby's voice was muffled as he was lying face down on the sweat-drenched pillow, too tired to move even the slightest muscle.

"Oh I dunno," the little blonde imp sighed while rubbing his right cheek on his best friend's damp, hairless chest, "That was good, but my first time was definitely the best one for me."

"Is it with Pablo?" the hint of jealousy was apparent in Andrew's tone, but the little boy shrugged it off with an angelic smile and a chuckle.

"Nope," was his reply, "I don't really know who it was since I couldn't see."

"Wait, what?" Bobby was filled with sudden interest as he propped himself up to look at the grinning kid's face, "What do you mean you couldn't see?"

"Gabe got himself a 'playdate' for his first time. Isn't that right, Gabe?" Pablo shot the younger boy a meaningful smile, to which the blonde imp gave a cute little giggle as if he had just said the most amusing thing in the world.

"What, what playdate?" Bobby pursued as he turned to regard Andrew with a questioning look. The befuddled expression that the freckle-faced boy wore told him he didn't know what the other two were talking about either, and the wide grin Gabe wore as he turned to regard Bobby told him the imp was enjoying smug satisfaction of imparting yet another previously unknown secret of Pinewood Heights.

"It's something for guys who wanna mess around and feel a little, uh, adventurous," Gabe started to explain, "Basically, you markdown your house to let other guys in the know that you're down for some fun. Then you cover your eyes and wait until someone comes, and then, well, you know the rest."

"So, the whole time you're doing it you have your eyes closed?" Andrew chimed in.

"No silly, you cover 'em! With a blindfold or something," was the blonde angel's enthusiastic reply, "It's kinda scary at first, but once you get into it, it's really super fun! And you get to feel good like you never felt before!"

Bobby blinked twice in shocked disbelief before he could command his mouth to form his thoughts into words. "Goddamn," he sighed in disbelief, "I knew you're all messed up with all the shit you're into, but I didn't realize you're this fucking messed up!"

"Why? What's the problem?" Gabe gave him a rather innocent quizzical look.

"What's the problem!?" the young buck blanched at how brazenly casual the blonde imp was being, "A lot is the problem! What if you get discovered? What if your parents walked into your room to see you being fucked in the ass by a stranger while all blindfolded and shit? What then, huh?"

The blonde imp stared back at him as if he had just said the silliest thing in the world before a naughty grin dawned on his face. He turned towards Pablo, and Bobby noticed that they were both sharing a meaningful look as the imp turned his attention back towards the fauxhawked older boy and said, "Well if you're so curious about it, why don't you give it a shot tomorrow night?"

"Huh?" was all he could muster, for Bobby could not believe this sudden turn of event. There he was protesting the logic of trespassing into little boys' room to fuck them up the ass, and all of a sudden he was getting an offer to experience the forbidden tryst for himself. Despite all the time he spent hanging around and quite literally fucking with these kids, he just could not get a handle on how some days might turn out each time they meet up. This, as it turns out, was going to be one of those days.

"Go down Dell Street to Ed's Goods," Pablo spoke up in turn, "There's a red mailbox on the side of the front door. If you press on the bottom of the box for a while, a secret compartment will open up. Take what's inside and use it to find the place of your, um, playdate."

The last part was said with that same meaningful smile Bobby noticed always played on Pablo's lips whenever he used innocent terms to hint at not-so-innocent deeds. The humor was beyond him, but it was certainly not beyond the eight-year-old blondie who chuckled at the last part. "Trust me," the mischievous little imp added, "You're gonna make some guy's night, especially with that awesome peepee of yours!"

On any other night, Bobby would have taken pride in any compliments for his impressive dick, as the insatiable blonde imp announced that he was horny and ready for another round of rough gangbanging. While Andrew gamely shuffled the little boy around so he could take him missionary style, while preparing his own rear end for Pablo's prepubescent dick, Bobby wondered if he should even consider taking up Gabe's risqué little offer. Living for danger is the mark of a true delinquent, but what Gabe had proposed was far beyond any measure of danger that he had dared himself to carry out. As he fed the eager chubby blonde angel his dick and watched Andrew and Pablo go to town on both him and each other, he decided that he would not puss out on this dare that was laid out before him and show the cute little devil what a real delinquent is capable of.

At least, that's what he thought when he set out of his home earlier that night. Thinking that he was man enough to do the deed was one thing, actually carrying out the deed was another, as he felt his heart racing with each step he took towards Dell Street. He crossed the now deserted suburban road while constantly looking over his shoulders, certain there was a nasty surprise ready to jump out from the long dark shadows cast by the telephone poles and broken streetlights.

He didn't need to endure the torturous anxiety for long, for he found himself safely standing in front of his destination a short while later. The neighborhood convenience store was dark, its doors closed and shuttered and the only light left on were the ones on the marquee above the door that says "Ed's Goods" in what should have been big bold gold letterings a long time ago. The whole premise looks to be unsupportive of Gabe's little story, but right as Bobby was wondering if the blonde imp had conspired with the school star to mess with him, he spotted the red mailbox right behind one of the holes of the roll-up grille. Bobby's heart began to race once more as he approached it with the care of a bomb removal expert defusing a live explosive.

While it seemed to be as secure as the rest of the store behind the grille at first glance, the red mailbox was placed in a strangely convenient height that can be easily reached if one were to stick their hand in one of the grille's holes. The rectangular holes were also just about the right size: small enough to prevent adult hands to reach into, but not too small as to deter the hands of, say, a curious boy to touch the bottom of the mailbox itself. Bobby couldn't help but wonder if the design was intentional, as he placed his hand on its bottom and did as Gabe had instructed.

He waited for a good ten seconds before he could hear a faint whirring from the mailbox followed by a loud click that nearly startled him. Just as Gabe told him, a small rectangular segment of the mailbox's bottom popped open to reveal a piece of paper and a small metal object inside. Bobby hesitated for a second before he reached in to collect the secret container's contents, and right after he had done just that the hidden compartment once again snapped shut and vanished into the bottom of the mailbox.

He stood in awe over what just happened, and not in small part also feeling like one of those secret agents in those movies that he loved so much. He regained his senses quick enough and examined the items he now held in his hand: a piece of paper torn from a school notebook, and a metal object he recognized to be the very same kind of skeleton key he saw Gabe and co. had used during their hide-and-suck session at the school some time ago. Bobby unfolded the piece of paper and saw the content to be some kind of an address, written in a child's crude handwriting and full of spelling mistakes. He held up the note to better lighting to decipher that amidst the messy chicken-scratch, the address actually read "22 Wilford Drive, blue house, back door."

Bobby gulped down hard as he realized what he held in his hand was basically a child's invitation for him to ravage their prepubescent body at the comfort of their own home. The very thought sent a thrill of excitement down his spine, and his cock immediately went rock hard imagining what was waiting for him at his destination. He folded the note up in a rush and tucked away both it and the key in his pocket before he dashed away without another second to spare.

Wilford Drive was but a short walk away from the convenience store, and he had very little trouble finding number twenty-two due to it being the only blue-painted house in a neighborhood of white and yellow houses. The fact that he was still in West Pinewood Heights, his own home turf, also reassured him that he won't be having too much trouble as he approached the chain-linked fence's gate and quietly lifted the latch before crossing its threshold. The loud patter of his green sneakers soon changed into soft crunches of the grass he trampled underfoot as Bobby strolled off the concrete pathway leading up to the front door of the house and instead crossed the lawn to make his way around the side.

He half-expected a large, vicious dog to jump him when he reached the rather unkempt backyard, or perhaps even the owner of the house who just so happened to be coming back from a night stroll. Nothing of the sort happened as he climbed up the creaky back porch stairs and made his way towards the weather-worn back door as silent as he possibly could. He gulped as he reached into his back pocket to produce the skeleton key he had retrieved earlier and slowly reached out to the doorknob before inserting the small metal shaft into the slot and turning it clockwise.

A loud click told him that he was now free to enter the house at his leisure, and once again, he was filled with a certain kind of dread. It was not a common feature, but he knew for a fact that a good number of houses in West Pinewood were fitted with burglar alarms, precisely to prevent this kind of thing from happening. He wondered if his midnight caper would come to an abrupt halt the moment he pushed the door open, but once again his lust won over his reason and he steeled himself for the worst as he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Instead of the incessant blaring of a loud alarm system, he was greeted with the still silence of a darkened small kitchen area which was only disturbed by the creaking of the opening back door. He noticed that the kitchen island, the wooden cupboards, and the way the plastic chairs and table were aligned in the room in relation to the rusty old refrigerator and the sink and dishwasher reminded him of his own home's kitchen. In fact, the layout of the entire house was very much similar to his house, as he stepped past the linoleum flooring of the kitchen to the hard wooden threshold of the rest of the house, walking along the connecting hallway right next to some stairs leading up to the second floor. For a second Bobby felt the rather uncanny feeling of breaking into his own home, one that he could only brush off when he walked past a set of pictures hanging on the wall to his left.

There were quite a number of family photos of who he assumed to be the mother, the father, and their two sons in both candid and studio-arranged shots. One of these included the four of them together: a brown-haired man with glasses and dark blue eyes smiling alongside an auburn-haired woman in a rather outdated dress, with each of their sons on either side of them also smiling for the camera. Bobby guessed that the eldest was about Gabe's age, although judging from how dated the photo looked he must have been a couple of years older now.

In fact, there was a picture of the same brown-haired boy in another family photo that looked to be more recent depicting him to be at least the same age as Bobby. The younger child that used to be an auburn-haired tot in the previous picture was now a gap-toothed little runt who was smiling proudly as he clung to his father and older brother's arms. The father in this new picture still remained the same, but the mother was curiously missing this time around.

For a second he thought about what could have happened to the woman before he caught a faint, rather curious noise. Bobby was ready to make a dash for the back door when he realized they were not coming from the same floor as he was and up the stairs behind him instead. There was something that sounded familiar when he heard that noise, as if he had heard it a million times before, and the budding delinquent figured that since he had gone this far he might as well risk it all and check in on its source.

Bobby climbed up each step with great care, and the more he did the louder the noise grew. Halfway up the stairs, he realized what the source of those noises was, and he kicked himself for being way too cautious. After all, anyone making those noises would probably be too occupied with what they were doing to notice his intrusion, and he hastened his pace up the stairs and onto the carpet of the second-floor landing. The hallway was dark save for the light coming from a slightly open door at the end, and he peeked into the room to confirm what he had already suspected.

Beyond the door was a modest-sized bedroom that seemed to be reserved for the parents, and the furniture seemed to be hand-me-downs if their dated designs were anything to go by. The king-sized bed at the end of the room seemed to be particularly dated since it creaked rather far too loud for holding the combined weights of just one child and one full-sized adult. Of course, the fact that said child and adult were having hard sex on top of the bed could be a contributing factor as well, as Bobby watched how the brown-haired boy bounced up and down to slam his ass onto the pistoning cock of the man below him.

Though the much younger male has his back turned towards the door, Bobby figured from his traits and features that this was the older of the two brothers who were deliriously riding the man's slickened fuck pole like a rodeo cowboy. Judging from what he could gather of the man's hair and facial features from his precarious position, he also deduced that this was the boy's father who was seizing his son's slim hips with his large hands and pounding his first born's quivering butthole with all his might. Bobby's keen eyes took note of the sheer sheen of sweat covering almost every inch of the smooth fair skin on the bouncing buckaroo's back, suggesting that the couple have been going at it for quite a while now and, if the boy's delirious pleas were any indication, showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Ooooh nnhhhh faster nnngh nnnnnhh harder aaaah aaaaah daddy," he heard the brown-haired boy lamented while shaking his head from side to side.

"Aaaah aaah oooh baby," this time it was the man's voice that caught his ears, "Uuugh uuugh nnngggh daddy loves you so much!"

He could feel his dick straining against the front of his jeans the more the incestuous pair went on and was considering unzipping to sweet voyeuristic relief when he heard a soft sound coming from behind him. He turned around to realize that there was another slightly open door right opposite of the master bedroom and judging from the colorful woodblock cut letters that spelled out 'Mikey's Room' on the door he figured this must be the younger brother's room. Moreover, the sound that came out of the room seemed to be restrained somehow, as if there was something preventing it from reaching his ears in the first place.

Bobby took great care to move in the shadows without a sound, though he doubts that was necessary considering how loud the father and son pair in the bedroom was being, and inspected the other door. The dimmed lighting took some time to get used to, but there was no mistaking that right below the letters that stated the owner of the room's name, and even more colorful letters that spelled 'Keep Out', was a large piece of paper torn from yellow notepad stuck to the door. He strained his eyes to see what it says, and what he read made his dick even harder than before.

'Unless you're here to play, then come on in!' was written in messy, childish scrawls with the same kind of spelling mistakes that he recognized from the note he found in the hidden compartment. Bobby realized then and there that the owner of the room and the one who had written the message was one and the same, and he also realized that when this Mikey had indirectly invited him to come in and play, he didn't exactly mean Legos or video games. The young buck swallowed the lump in his throat and wondered what the hell is he getting himself into this time, as he reached out slowly and pushed the door open a bit wider to allow him to pass through.

It was clear that Mikey has a thing for outer space, for the inside of his room was lined wall-to-wall with everything space-related. There were rocketship toys and space alien figures lining up the shelves, planetary models hanging from the ceiling, and even cartoon posters depicting planets and other heavenly bodies tacked onto the star-pattern wallpapers that lined up the walls of his bedroom. Even his ceiling was littered with glow-in-the-dark paint splotches that emulated the star-spangled nighttime skies, an illusion that was made all the more impressive in the darkened room as the fake starfield seemed to connect with the real ones just outside the open window.

As fascinating as the layout of Mikey's room was, Bobby's eyes instead drifted right below the aforementioned window where he finally located the source of the muffled sounds he heard earlier. Lying on top of a soft bed covered with cartoon rocket ships and alien patterns was the owner of the room, clad in blue pajamas that matched his bed sheet and writhing about under the covers of a similar-patterned blanket. For a second Bobby thought that Mikey had stirred awake from both his intrusion and the sound of his father fucking the ever-loving shit out of his older brother in the opposite room, but as he approached the bed he couldn't help but gasp as he realized the reality of the situation was much, much more unbelievable.

The adorable little lad with the unkempt auburn hair was blindfolded with a blackout sleep mask, and he wore a soft padded collar around his neck with two metal rings on either side. He also wore a similar collar around his wrists, each of which was secured to each metal ring and preventing him from moving his arms around while still keeping them in a comfortable, relaxed position on his heaving chest. A small red ballgag completed his kiddie bondage looks, and despite the tiny bit of drool leaking out from the corners of his mouth, the kinky accessories didn't seem to bother him as much as the sounds of incestuous hard sex coming from just outside of his door.

Of all the things Bobby had seen and done ever since Gabe and friends introduced him to the secrets of Pinewood Heights held close to the chests of seemingly every neighborhood boy he knew, this one most definitely takes the cake and he was already considering backing out slow before running as far as hell away from here when he noticed another piece of torn yellow stationary paper taped to the boy's bedside table. He was careful to take it off the bed without letting the squirming child know that he was not alone in his bedroom, and brought the note close to his eyes to make out the message in the darkened room. In the same messy handwriting filled with spelling mistakes, this one read, 'Leave the door open 'cuz I like listening to daddy. Now take off my pants and let's play!'

The last shred of Bobby's reason fluttered away with the paper that he dropped on the floor as he drink in the sight of cute little Mikey, all clad in his cartoon jammies that contrasted with the bondage gears he wore on his face and wrists. Figuring that the kid knew what he was in for, Bobby did not hesitate any longer and approached the bed before kneeling down next to the squirming child. He placed his hand on Mikey's elbow that made the auburn-haired scamp jump a little bit, and Bobby was quick to appease the little boy's fears by whispering, "Shhhh, it's okay! It's okay, Mikey! Don't be scared. I'm your playdate."

Whether it was realizing that the intruder was just another boy like him or hearing the keyword 'playdate', Mikey's tensed little frame soon relaxed in response as he let out a breath of relief from the nostrils of his cute button nose. The messy-haired lad then turned his head towards Bobby as if he was expecting something more, and Bobby had to double-check to make sure that the scamp truly could not see anything from underneath his blindfolds. Once he was certain, he leaned in closer and whispered once more, "I'm going to take off your pants now, okay?"

He saw Mikey nod his head in all too obvious excitement before Bobby leaned over to pull down the covers to reveal the lower parts of his body. He noticed that Mikey was already sporting a tiny little erection on the front of his pajama pants, though Bobby wasn't sure if that was because he was listening to the incessant moaning of his older brother getting porked by his own father in the next room over, or from the anticipation of a complete stranger coming into his bedroom in the middle of the night to do the same thing to him. What did become clear though was the cause of his non-stop squirming and shallow breathing, and it was revealed to him when Bobby pulled down Mikey's pajama pants all the way past his ankles and off of his legs.

He had expected to see the cocktail wiener hard and quivering, its bulbous pink knob twitching with every single breath Mikey took, and the boy's pair of almost non-existent balls to be taut in their sacks and ready for what's to come. What he did not expect was that below his ballsacks, right where the entrance to his sweet little boypussy was supposed to be, was a half-inserted black spherical object with a ring pin attached to one end it. His experiences with the blonde sex fiend Gabe enabled him to identify the object as an anal bead lodged into the depths of the auburn-haired boy's rectum, and Bobby could feel his own cock throbbed as he imagined all of the unspeakable things this not-so-innocent boy has been doing to get up to this level of kink.

He leaned in close to kiss the child right above his tiny dickie, inhaling his clean soapy aroma and causing Mikey to shudder with delight as Bobby's hot breath makes contact with his bare skin. With each peck of Bobby's puckered lips, the child's hard peg throbbed with even greater anticipation. While it tempted Bobby's evil bones to prolong the little boy's torment and watched him writhe in desperation, he decided that he was too horny to take that route as he opened his mouth to swallow the rigid pink flesh in one go.

"Mmph!" Mikey gave a stifled moan as he arched his back to push more of his dickie into Bobby's warm mouth. Bobby was more than happy to oblige, and very soon the lad was tossing his head from side to side as the young fellator slurped on his hard peg and gobbled up his tiny little nutsacks. Mikey gave a muffled groan as he shook and shuddered with each thrust, desperate to seek the warmth of Bobby's mouth enveloping his immature genitals.

Listening to the cute little bondage enthusiast's groans of pleasure slowly became unbearable for Bobby, and he desperately craved release of his own, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hairless hardened boycock. He wanted nothing more than to ravage Mikey's hole with the engorged fuckstick he was busy stroking right this instant, but first, he had to make doubly sure that the lad could actually take it. Moving his right hand towards the messy-haired boy's stuffed hole, he hooked a finger on the ring and pulled, in a slow and deliberate manner.

Mikey's back arched even higher as his anal muscles resisted Bobby's effort to pull the sex toy out of his rectum. His puckered ass lips stretched in an obscene manner as the slippery large plastic ball passed through his sphincter with a tug of Bobby's finger. Eventually, one bead popped out of Mikey's hole as the little boy shuddered with delight, and Bobby continued to slurp on his immature dickie as he worked on the next bead.

On and on the sweet torture went, with Mikey's muffled moans and gurgles growing louder with each bead popped out of his cherry. Seven times the boy lunged his hips up into Bobby's mouth to seek even more of the gooey warmth of pleasure, and with the eighth and final bead popped completely out of his hole, Mikey thrashed about wildly as if a large current of electricity ran through his petite body. His cherubic face was flushed pink and his messy auburn hair was now even messier, matted with dollops of sweat breaking out on his furrowed brows.

Bobby halted his ministration of the twitching pickle to admire his handiwork. The sight of the helpless small boy panting and heaving on a now damp cartoon print bed sheets caused his own cock to throb even harder than before, and Bobby decided to take things to their logical conclusion as he pawed the child's still-quivering butthole. His nimble fingers found Mikey's still-winking starfish, and without further ado, he shoved no less than three fingers into the boy's pooper in one smooth movement.

A normal child would've screamed bloody murder if his anus was invaded by three long digits without warning like that, but fortunately, the anal beads have relaxed Mikey's hole enough to offer almost no resistance to the probing fingers. The auburn child let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure while thrusting his hips upwards to demand the warmth of Bobby's mouth once again. The older boy flashed a wicked grin and rewarded the little one's eagerness by jabbing his fingers in and out of Mikey's hole with rapid strokes as he once again popped the lad's cocktail wiener into his mouth, encouraging the bound boy to intensify his hip thrusts into the familiar warmth.

As Bobby bumped his nose repeatedly against the thrusting boy's hairless loins, he knew that jerking himself off is not going to be enough anymore. He wanted, no, needed to ravage this horny little devil's body, and he needed to do so now. Bobby eased off the short shaft out of his mouth and pulled his fingers out of the boy's hole in one simultaneous motion, causing the bounded imp to gasp in surprise as he plopped down onto the bed.

It was obvious from the way the half-undressed kid was squirming about that he was not yet satisfied, and there was an evil kind of glee for Bobby in watching the restless tyke groaned and twisted about in desperate sexual frustration. However, just as his young charge craved sexual release so too was the preteen cradle robber a slave to his own desires, and he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his jeans to stroke his hairless shaft with his firm right hand.

The delicious sight of the writhing lad before him made his young cock drip with precum, and he knew he could not hold on any longer as he seized Mikey by his hips, pulled him towards the edge of the bed, bent the child's skinny legs over his head, and sank his throbbing hard-on into the puffy pink hole all in one go.

"MMMRPHM!!" the messy-haired boy sputtered against his ball gag as his back arched high from his bed. Bobby could feel that despite the tight initial resistance he had no problem sinking his fuckstick all the way to the hilt, and the fact that it only took a couple of seconds for the little boy to go from tense to completely relaxed told him that this was not the little brat's first rodeo either. The thought of either one or both of the other two members of this all-male, all-incestuous household who were loudly fucking each other in the next room had lodged their dicks into this tight warm cavity before brought tingles down his spine, and he wasted no time adding his own dick onto the visitor's list as he took a firm grip of the little boy's slim waist and made slow, deep-thrusts into his warm, moist hole.

For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the child's muffled moans, Bobby's desperate pants, and skin slapping against bare skin as the young buck plowed into the kid's upturned butt. The complimentary groans of an older boy getting pounded and an adult man huffing and puffing from the next room assuage any of his fears of being discovered as Bobby grew bolder in pursuing his own climax with his young partner. Without stopping his thrusts into the whining child's hole, he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, relishing both the cool night air and the unbelievable kinkiness of standing in only his socks and sneakers while fucking a little kid on his own cartoon-print bed. He then bent over to inhale the sweet mixture of soap and sweat, kissing and licking every inch of the boy's smooth velvety skin as he pump even harder into Mikey's quivering hole.

If the boy was not driven into a frenzy before, he sure was now as Mikey groaned and shuddered to each peck of Bobby's puckered lips. He would arch his back each time Bobby suckled his pink jutting teats, and his hips would quiver to each of the young colt's thrust as the tip of the bulbous glans tickled that sweet spot where his immature prostate was supposed to be. Copious amount of drool started leaking out of the holes of the ball gag as Mikey savored the older boy's dick plumbing his depths, and fearing that the boy might choke on his own saliva, Bobby scooped Mikey up into his arms while reaching back to undo the clasp that was keeping the ball gag secure in its place.

Freed from his mouth restraints, Mikey began chanting a litany of "Oooh!" and "Aaaah!" as Bobby continued to pump into his kiddie ass. The little boy's vocal complaints didn't sound loud enough to interrupt the sound of the rhythmic pounding of his father's cock slamming into his wailing older brother's ass from the room across the hall, but he played it safe anyway by clamping his mouth over Mikey's lips and probing his mouth with his tongue. The sensation of snaking into the gaps between Mikey's row of small baby teeth and slithering against the little one's own, turned the older boy on to no end and only served to encourage him to do even more depraved things to the younger boy's little body.

He picked up Mikey to fuck him up the ass as he walked across the room, bouncing the feather-light kid against his cock with each step he took. He stood in front of the dressing mirror, admiring how much of a turn on his slightly-toned body contrasted with the babyish features of the small child as he abused the boy's poor fanny as if he was furiously pumping his cock into an oversized fleshlight. He laid the boy down on his chest on top of a pile of plush toys piled up in the corner of his room, pounding on his quivering bubble butt without mercy as the little kid sighed and drooled liberally on a blue cartoon astronaut plushie.

On the floor, against the wall, and even over the desk, there was not a single surface left in the room where Bobby had not left behind a mixture of sweat, precum, and ass-juice stains where he had fucked the little boy silly. The child in question even managed to snag the blue cartoon astronaut from before, hugging it for comfort though mostly to muffle his moans as Bobby brought him back to his bed to jackhammer his quivering kiddie ass into oblivion. The innocent sight of a young boy hugging his favorite plush toy tight contrasting with the not so innocent deeds they were committing sent Bobby to the point of no return, and he hugged the child tight to smoosh the stuffed toy between their gyrating bodies as he gave three hard, deep thrusts before letting his cannon loose.

While he knew he wasn't unloading gallons upon gallons of man batter into the boy's ass hole, it certainly didn't feel that way as he unleashed a rapid salvo of his boy juices into the kid's rectum. Mikey cooed with delight, and Bobby could feel the child's rectal muscles clenching and unclenching on his shaft while his hard pickle twitched about like crazy against Bobby's belly. The little boy had no doubt rode the pleasurable highs of a satisfying dry kiddie cum, and there was a certain kind of pride for Bobby that he was the one who gave it to him.

The two held each other tight before they relaxed enough for Bobby to untangle the boy's legs which were previously locked tight across his back. Climbing off the bed, he then stood panting right next to it like an artist marveling at his latest masterpiece. The auburn-haired sex puppy's body was coated with a glistening coat of sweat and quivering with delight, his once hard pickle now limp as a noodle as the child basked in the afterglow of his very thorough buggering.

The way he was splayed across his damp bedsheets while hugging the plush toy close to his chest was almost enough to tempt Bobby to have a second go at the kid, but he decided against pushing his luck as he gathered his clothes and got dressed as fast as he could. He spared a thought for the naked little boy and tucked him in under the blankets to protect him from a cold night sleeping in the buffs. Bobby paused for a second before he gently ruffled the kid's soft, sweaty auburn mop for being a good sport over the whole ordeal and quietly made his way out the door.

The way the older boy and the man were howling in chorus in the room opposite Mikey's room assured him that they would be too preoccupied to notice that anything had happened to the youngest of their brood. He felt a tingle down his spine and under his nuts when he caught a glimpse of the man seizing both of the older boy's legs and jackhammering into his own son's upturned cum-soaked hole, but also knew that it's best not to overstay his welcome, as he hurried down the stairs and back towards the door he came in from. The cool night air felt good on his sweat-covered skin, and after making sure that his intrusion remained undetected by locking the door back up, he strode back around the side of the house and crossed the small front lawn before latching the gates shut once more.

Bobby took several steps away before stopping to look back at the darkened house. From the outside, it looked just like any other house in the neighborhood, yet within its walls were a father who loved to pummel his grade school son's butthole with his cock and a little boy who was well on his way to becoming a prolific bondage artist. It sounded like something lifted straight from a bad erotica novel, if it wasn't for the fact that he was there to witness and get a taste of it all firsthand.

He stood there staring at the second floor of the house for a good long while before he turned his gaze down towards the skeleton key gleaming in the dim glow of the streetlights. He couldn't help but imagine which other house's doors will this key open up, and just what kind of other acts of depravity he would find inside. The thought of another young boy getting his ass worked over by another male family member made his balls tingle with excitement, and youthful hormones only worked to double his boldness as he gripped the key tight before placing it in the pocket of his jeans.

The night was still young, after all, and there were still plenty of horny little devils out there who could stand for a visit from the sandman.

To Be Continued