PZA: Fun with Chuckles 35

In this story, the conclusion of the series, Jack fulfills his promises to his teenage stars, Charles Brentworth, Shane Finnigan, and Jason Bonner, and rewards them for all their work in helping him and Rob produce the highly successful and entertaining Fun With Chuckles video series, and he and Rob begin working with their new teenage star, Matt Danson, on an exciting new series. Meanwhile, two of the thousands of young boys who spent the past year watching the Fun With Chuckles videos every Saturday, Kenny Darby and Aaron Michaels, show their gratitude to the man who introduced them to the fascinating and delightful world of boy sex while Aaron's brother Kevin and his brother's best buddy Enrico, having had a taste, begin to explore that mysterious world on their own.

That was true. Patrick Finnigan did not bring in that much money driving a garbage truck, and with his lack of an education or any marketable skills, it was the only type of job he could ever hope for. He and his wife did appreciate the extra money their son was bringing in, and it was rewarding to have a child so eager to please his parents and who wanted to work, and who saved the money he did earn. So many teenage boys sponged off their parents and only wanted to hang out at arcades all day and smoke pot or worse at night, and buy the vulgar music they play these days and wear the latest styles of clothes. Shane had gone through some of that, using some of his money to buy the latest clothes and hanging out at the mall, but it was short-lived. Now he worked and stayed home and was content to wear bargain basement clothes, cheap but clean and dependable. It was rewarding to have a good, sensible son, something Patrick Finnigan knew many fathers could not claim.

"But a night job? If you must work surely there is something you could do during the day."

It was good pay. His son, a third of his age, was bringing home almost as much as he was. For that he knew he should feel proud, but Patrick Finnigan could not help feeling guilty also. He glanced over at his wife self-consciously, ashamed he was not able to provide better for her, but she seemed not to have been listening to their conversation. She had been doing that quite often these past few months, just sitting and staring off into space. She said it was nothing, just a silly woman dreaming, but she never said what she was dreaming about, and he wondered if it was about what her life might have been had she married another man.

Shane had noticed his mother's long periods of silence also, and that she was fingering her rosary and going to mass much more frequently. He hoped she wasn't sick, and he did everything he could to cheer her up, but it seemed the more he tried the more depressed she got. He had mentioned it to Jack, and Jack had said it was probably because he was growing up and she realized that it would not be that long before he would be leaving home, and that all women went through that phrase, especially with an only child. Jack knew a lot, and though there had been a time when he'd questioned Jack's friendship and his objectives, Jack had proven in the end to be a good friend, one who cared about others.

After Charles had gone totally wacko, and he too almost with the loss of the one boy who'd really been a close friend and his confusion over the things he'd been doing the past seven and a half months, Jack had stood by him and helped explain things despite his ingratitude. He'd explained how boys like Charles, and especially from the rich side of town, liked to live on the wild side, and really wasn't the type for him. He'd said he was sad to have seen it happen, but a lot of good-looking and intelligent boys who had everything going for them like Charles often began to dabble in drugs and stuff, always looking for some bigger thrill, and sometimes the drugs just fried their minds. That had evidently happened to Charles. A guy had to have fried his mind to eat his own snot, and make others eat his shit, and to have anal sex with a dog! Just thinking of seeing him doing those things gave him the creeps.

Jack understood teenagers. He knew about stuff like what happened to Charles, and Jack understood him too. He knew he'd been looking for a friend way back when they'd first met, and he'd really thought that pairing him up with Charles would be good for both of them, that he'd find a friend who'd help him get over his shyness, and that his calming nature would help Charles curb his wild side. He said it was sorry that things didn't work out, and he was so apologetic Shane felt guilty for questioning his motives and for exploding that afternoon after one of the more disgusting videos with Charles. Jack forgave him. He even said he'd help him find new friends.

Jack was true to his word. He had found him new friends, a lot of new friends, friends who liked him, who made him feel good, and who wanted to please him. And, with Jack's help, he was learning how to be more outgoing, how to seek out friends himself, and how to do things that made friends. Jack had noticed that he was much more comfortable with adults than with kids his own age, which was true and always had been, and that had been the key. Shane didn't fit in with his classmates. He was different, one of those boys who had a different destiny. That was what Jack said. He didn't understand, but Jack knew about those things, and he trusted Jack.

Slipping into the men's room at the bus station, Shane stepped into one of the stalls and began to strip. It was a routine he'd started the Saturday after the big kiddie party just over a month ago, the day Jack had said the videotaping with Charles was over, the day Jack had explained things to him. Opening his duffle bag, he took out his bra and slipped it on. He was developing nice size breasts, the result of the estrogen injections he was taking and the special diet Jack had prescribed. Jack said if he kept it up he wouldn't need implants, and so he took his injections regularly and followed his diet strictly. He really didn't want implants. That would be, well, unnatural. Slipping the tight nylon jock on to confine his cock and balls and press them against his body, he strapped on one of his mother's used sanitary napkins to cover the jock and stepped into his panties. He paused for a moment and ran his hands over them, enjoying the feel of the silk on his skin.

Putting on his halter that showed off his flat stomach and the belly button piercing Jack had insisted he get, and of course his developing cleavage, he stepped into his skirt with the slit along the side to make it easier to walk and that showed off his thigh, and then his open-toed pumps. They were narrow and tight, but easier to walk in than heels, and his feet were getting use to them. Sitting there on the toilet, he applied his make-up, just a little blush to the cheeks and a little pale green eye shadow to highlight his green eyes. Puckering his lips, he stared into the pocket mirror as he applied his lipstick. He'd gotten quite good at applying it so that there wasn't too much, and so he kept to the natural curve of his lips. He painted his finger nails, and then his toenails a matching scarlet. Waiting until the can was empty, he quickly stepped up to the row of sinks and combed out his hair. It completely covered his ears now and the back of his collar, and being naturally thick and curly, it was filling out quite nicely. His ginger coloured hair was one of his best features Jack had said, and so had a lot of men. Adjusting his halter and skirt, he threw his purse over his shoulder and quickly left before anyone came in.

Leaving the duffle bag in the bus station locker, he headed over to Paradise Street. Actually, it was ninety-seventh street, better known as the hooker's stroll. He and the other girls there preferred to call it Paradise Street. When he'd first arrived there, the regulars had objected, but after Jack explained things, they not only accepted him, but looked out for him. Like Jack had explained, he and Shane, Ginger that is, were doing them a favour. After that they'd treated him just like one of them, and over the past month had become his closest friends. He'd never had someone of the opposite sex as a close friend before, and it was great. He especially liked Rochelle, who was eighteen, just three years older than him, and he was pretty sure she was liking him a bit specially too.

He'd only been standing on his spot for half an hour when the first customer pulled up, a man in his fifties, balding and on the heavy side, with that look in his eyes. Ginger went into her routine, walking over and flirting with the man, and determining he was safe, and agreeing on a price for what he wanted, she got into the car. They pulled into a parking lot nearby. She wasted no time, pulling down the man's fly, pulling out his semierect cock, stroking it with her long-nailed fingers, and kissing the head with her cherry red lips, leaving a print of her lips on it. She stuck out her tongue and looking up at the man seductively, she swirled it over his dick head. It was a strange taste, dick and cherry lipstick, but Ginger had gotten use to it. Opening her mouth, she went down on him. The man was excited and came in a couple minutes and Ginger was back on the street in another ten, waiting for her next customer. He'd been a total stranger and she'd likely never see him again. He'd been satisfied though, and that was all that counted, that she satisfied the men who picked her up. That Jack had made clear, and she did not want to cross Jack, not after how he'd helped her. Besides, once Jack got angry with you.…

Her painted on smile brightened as the next car pulled up and she recognized the driver. The man was a regular. Ginger liked regulars. She knew what they liked, and they knew what she liked. With them it wasn't just sex, it was like love, a special kind of love. It was also safe, and comfortable, with no worries about what they might do, and they paid extra. They parked in the same parking lot, maybe even the same space. They talked a little, about his day, the stress of his job, the stress of life in general, and how pleasant it was to put that all aside, at least for a little while, and how good she was at helping him relax at the end of the day. She pulled down his fly and took out his cock and caressed it, teasing the rim of his knob with the painted nail of her index finger and tracing the blue vein under it. She caressed it softly and gently, worshipping it as a young girl should, first with her gentle fingers, and then with her tongue. He liked her to just use her tongue, not her mouth, and she didn't mind. She enjoyed pleasing him, and he enjoyed what she could do. He was a regular, and she knew him by name. He was one of her friends.

It was a slow night, for Ginger. Mid week nights were, but she didn't mind. She was with friends. Around ten a car pulled up and a man in his forties leaned over to the passenger window, a business man from out of town at a conference. He was balding on the sides and had a nose that was too big and eyes that were too small. They talked for a long while before they reached an agreement, before she was sure he was safe to go with and he understood her limitations. Going to his hotel, they entered the lobby separately and he pretended he didn't know her as they waited for the elevator. Ginger hated this part, being in public, in the glaring lights of the lobby, pretending they'd never met, the man's guilt and self-consciousness so thick you could smell it, the looks of suspicion from the desk clerk, the apprehension he might come over and stop her. This was one of the better hotels, not one of the cheap ones a lot of johns took her to, so at least she was spared the looks of disgust or the leers from the desk clerks she got otherwise.

Arriving at his room, he tried small talk, trying to act natural and calm, but he was clearly nervous, and the conversation was almost apologetic. That was uncomfortable, but it was all right. It meant it was less likely he was going to change his mind about what they'd agreed to do, or get violent. He apologized for his awkwardness and made excuses half a dozen times, saying he didn't normally pick up girls, especially girls so young, and he asked several times what her age was, but of course she didn't say, which made him suspicious and all the more interested in her and all the more eager. That was all right too. She wanted him interested and eager. She wanted it to be good for him.

They finally got on with it. Sitting on the bed beside her, he put his arm around her and kissed her, gingerly, almost lovingly, on the cheek, on the neck, like she was his daughter, but after a minute of that he kissed her on the lips, and she returned the kiss, hot and passionately, telling him what a great kisser he was. He said how soft her lips were, how sweet her breath, and he kissed her more eagerly now, more like a lover than a father. He'd removed his suit jacket and tie, and she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers through the dense mat of hair on his chest, saying how she liked men with thick hair. That was true, but if he'd had little or been smooth, she'd have said that too. Her role was to please. He removed her halter, and then her bra. He observed how nice and pert her breasts were, and how he liked girls with small, compact breasts. He didn't say breasts of young teenage girls, but she knew that was what he really meant. He was a man who liked them young, the younger the better. Jack said she had the breasts of a fourteen-year-old. At five-foot-seven [1.70 m] and with her slender frame and with her soft skin, the result of the estrogen and scented skin-cleaning lotions, one of the few extravagances she allowed herself, Ginger could pass for fourteen easily. A lot of men commented how young she looked when they began their conversations on the street. A lot of men liked young girls, girls who were fourteen.

That was Jack's deal with the hookers. They knew there were men who liked young girls, young teens and preteens even. They might have been hookers, but they didn't like to see girls that young on the street. Many had begun young themselves. So Ginger filled that niche. She kept young teenage girls off the street by taking their place, by satisfying the need that particular group of clients had on their behalf. As long as a man just wanted a hand job or a blow job from a young teenage girl, there was no problem. If they wanted her cunt, the tampon dissuaded them. Of course she had to be careful she didn't meet up with the same guy too often or he'd begin wondering about a girl who had never-ending periods.

The man removed her skirt and stroked her thighs, saying how smooth and soft they were, and then her buttocks, his voice getting huskier. Ginger undid the man's belt and pulled down his fly, and she pushed down his trousers and then his boxers. She didn't hesitate cupping his balls, or taking his cock in her hand and fondling it. No matter what their size, she always commented on how big they were, and how delightful. The men often observed how much they appreciated a girl who admired and seemed to worship a man's cock like she did, unlike many girls, especially young girls, who seemed repulsed by a man's organ despite the fact they, were, well, interested in men. Of course Ginger loved cock. She had one. She might dress like a girl, and act like a girl, but she didn't think like a girl. She was a male, and she knew what males liked. That was a bit of a problem. She wasn't gay either. She really wasn't. That she did stuff with guys, and liked it, did bother her. It bothered her a lot. Beneath the makeup and the feminine clothes she was a boy. She really was.

The man commented on how it was a shame she was having a period several times, and her heart speeded up with the fear he might renege on their deal and try something else. He asked several times if she was sure she didn't mind getting it from behind, and that she was sure it wouldn't hurt and she relaxed. He was concerned about her, about being sure it was pleasant for her too. That was nice. That was how it should be, what they were doing, her and the johns that picked her up. It should be pleasant for both of them.

The man wasn't that disappointed that they weren't going to fuck the regular way. He actually found he was feeling more comfortable about doing it with such a young girl that way. It wasn't as sinful somehow, as corrupt for a forty-year-old man to stick his cock up a fourteen-year-old girl's ass as it was to stick it up her cunt. After all, a girl who would take it up the ass was no saint, and had to know what she was doing.

Ginger did know what she was doing. She did like to take it up the ass. It made her feel good, and it made her partner feel good, and with the right man and the right situation, she even came in her panties and soaked her tampon. That was how it was that night. The man was gentle as he pulled down her panties, and he commented how nice and smooth and compact her ass was. He understood when she said she wanted to keep her tampon on, so she wouldn't stain the sheets, and so it would help cushion her. The man was stiff by then and he took a lubed condom out of his trousers and she slid it on for him. That he planned on doing it sheathed without being asked showed he cared too. Getting in position above her, he eased forward slowly and gently, always concerned he was not hurting her. Of course it did hurt, a little, even with her experience, and even though she pushed out with her abdominal muscles to accept him.

The pain didn't matter. It was brief, and feeling a man inside her made up for the pain. Over the past month Ginger had come to learn to enjoy being fucked to the point it was her preference over jerking off a man or sucking his cock. It didn't just please the man fucking her, but it pleased her. The stimulation of her anus and the pleasure pulsating through her rectum was accompanied by a similar pulsating of her swollen cock confined in its nylon jock. Each time the man's knob stroked her prostate she quivered with the stimulation and felt herself come that much closer to an orgasm, and feeling her quivering beneath him made the man fucking her fuck all the more vigorously, a sense of manliness driving him on knowing he was bringing her pleasure, and in most cases, a sense of pride and delight figuring that for a girl her age it had to be a new and wonderful experience.

When the man came, filling his condom with his cum, Ginger came too, squirting her load into the tampon and feeling the hot, slimy juice oozing over her throbbing cock and tight balls. She had come to enjoy that sensation also. She enjoyed having a man make her cum, and she enjoyed bringing pleasure to men. How that could be she did not understand, but Jack said it was her caring nature, her desire to be a friend, that in her subconscience it did not matter if it was a man or a woman. When the man inside her quivered with his orgasm, and her hot cum flooded over her throbbing cock and her balls, she understood that, but at home, as she lay in her own bed, she twisted and turned as she tried to figure out just what her sexual orientation really was. They cuddled afterward, and kissed, and they made love a second time, both of them cuming once again. When they woke up in the morning, he paid her extra, and said he'd be in town again in a month, and they arranged to meet again at the same time. From the look in his eyes, Ginger knew she'd done well, and she felt good.

Having him drop her off at the bus station, she retrieved her duffle bag and went into the women's toilet. As she sat there in the stall and changed and took off her makeup, she was glad it had been a safe night. They weren't always. Sometimes the man changed his mind, and became angry when she insisted she couldn't fuck. A few times she'd had to resort to screaming and he only stopped because he was afraid the people in the next room would phone the management. As she headed home to sleep, seven hundred bucks in her purse, she wondered what her father would say if he found out she was really bringing home twice as much as he made each month, sometimes more, and was depositing over half of it in a secret bank account so he would not find out.

As she walked along, she thought about the coming night. She was looking forward to it. On Thursdays she went to Mason Avenue, the gay stroll. There the men knew she was really a teenage boy in drag. There was no fear of violence or of having her real sex discovered, the men picking her up knew what they were getting. Ginger was surprised how many men paid for sex with other men, and how many liked other men dressed as girls, and especially teens who looked like young girls. With her looks and the estrogen treatments, she could pass easily for a fourteen-year-old boy, and her five-and-three-quarter inch [14½ cm] dick made her a very desirable fourteen-year-old boy. She was disappointed in that it had seemed to stop growing, and had wondered if it was the estrogen, but Jack said it was just genetics and not to worry about it. One thing was for sure, like Jack had promised, she was not without friends who appreciated her and enjoyed her company and treated her with respect, and Jack said if she continued with her treatments, she'd never be without friends. Arriving at home, she put her duffle bag in the closet and after kissing her mom good morning, she went straight to bed. She was exhausted and blissfully fell asleep before her conscience began to question what she was doing, and what she was.

As she heard the door close, a tear rolled down Mrs Finnigan's cheek, quickly followed by another. She worried about Shane. She worried about him a lot, about his safety when he was gone all night, and about what was happening to him. A week ago she'd looked in his duffle bag, looking for dirty clothes she'd told herself, but really, looking out of curiosity. So she knew his secret, at least one of them, and although she had no idea how he was making his money, she figured it was related to that secret. Another tear trickled down her cheek. She'd always wanted a daughter, but not this way.

Jason Bonner blew out the eighteen candles on his cake, requiring three puffs to blow them all out, and smiling at the handsome blond-haired youth sitting across from him, he asked, "it took three blows, what does that mean?"

"It means you have to give me three blow jobs, birthday boy," his boyfriend said with an impish smile, his sexy, dark brown eyes filled with lust.

It wasn't really Jason's birthday. That had occurred three-and-a-half weeks ago, a week after the big kiddie party, and the day he and Jack had struck up a new agreement. He hadn't turned eighteen either, he had turned seventeen, but in many parts of the world you were legally an adult at eighteen, and the videos and glossy magazines he was making now were for the legitimate market. It wasn't his birthday, he wasn't eighteen, and the youth opposite him wasn't his boyfriend. He was a fellow actor, a porno star who'd actually been in the business for three years, and who was twenty-one, though he looked eighteen.

Opening up the birthday present, a silver necklace, Jason smiled over at his boyfriend and reached over and took his hand. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes and kissed tenderly. "Happy eighteenth, love," said the boy, sounding like he really meant it.

"I know, but this one I did," the actor said, handing him a tiny gift-wrapped box. Jason opened it up and held up the skimpy garment. It was a black bikini thong. "Model it."

Jason readily began to strip, as a boyfriend should for his lover. He still felt funny stripping in front of Jack and Rob and no matter how many videos he'd shoot he'd probably always feel embarrassed stripping naked in front of clothed men, especially those older than himself. You'd think he'd get use to it, having been exposing his privates and engaging in sex with other guys ever since that eventful day he'd approached Jack after learning about the work Shane and Charles were doing for him. That had been partly out of jealously, and partly out of competition with Charles, and mostly out of pride and ambition, knowing whatever Charles Brentworth did he could do better. That seemed so long ago. He'd had no idea what he was getting into then, that it would lead to what he called the dark days of his life.

He'd run into Shane a couple times since that final party, that disgusting afternoon with the kiddies, but they had nothing in common except for sharing some very embarrassing experiences, experiences they both wanted to put behind them. Shane, he'd noticed, had gone back to his grubby bargain basement clothes and was looking just as downtrodden and forlorn as he had the first time they'd met. It was to be expected, and it was just as well they were parting ways. They were from different parts of the city, different worlds actually. As for Charles, once classes were over and exams were finished, he hadn't seen him around, and that was just as well. For someone who was a classmate and teammate, he certainly had turned out to be a pervert. Sucking off little kids and fucking dogs. The thought of it made his skin crawl. He should be locked up. Actually he'd heard he'd gotten a job, overseas. Maybe one of the fathers had found out what had happened to his kid and he had to leave the country. He'd worried about that, but Jack said not to, that there was no way of tracing what had happened to him, and besides, it had all been Charles's idea from the beginning, including the scenes he'd been in. He hoped Charles would stay in Europe if that was where he really was and not in some dingy basement screwing the shit out of little kids and getting fucked by dogs. One thing was for sure, he didn't want to be anywhere near him that summer, and in the fall, well, there was no way they were going to be able to play basketball together, and it was not going to be he who dropped the team.

Slipping into the thong, which barely held his dick and balls, he modelled it for his pretend boyfriend, and for Jack and Rob who were videotaping and taking still pictures of the action, and the two actors kissed. He slipped off Doug's shirt, and caressed his smooth chest. He was one hot-looking guy, and he wondered why someone with his looks and body would be making porno videos and DVD's. Of course he was himself, and he was hot looking. In his case it was simple. Jack had seen how devastated he'd been with the things he'd been forced to do with the clown videos, and was making it up to him. He said it had all been a misunderstanding, that Charles had told him that Jason had wanted to do the things he'd been forced to do, and that he'd been such a good actor Jack had believed that he really did want to do those disgusting things.

Jason was a good actor, not that that was a surprise. He was a Bonner, and the Bonners did whatever they put their minds to well. He'd thought he'd go into commerce like his father, but acting was not a bad career choice, and in fact, was more suited to his looks and his intelligence. That was what Jack had said. This was his fifth romance video, and his second with Doug. There was a big market for romance videos, and for young stars like himself, and Jack had named off all kinds of actors who had begun their careers in pornos. His first video had been with a veteran actor, a guy in his thirties. He'd posed as a college student working in a summer job at a factory, and the guy was his boss. They'd gotten it on hot and heavy in the back room filled with crates and boxes, ending with the guy bending him over one of the crates and plowing his ass and him shooting his load all over it. His second video had been with Doug, a romantic video about two college students who were rooming together and gay but didn't know each other was until Doug had found a gay magazine under his bed. It had been a sweet video.

His third had been with another veteran actor, a guy in his forties, who was posing as a lumberjack and he was posing as a college environmentalist. Of course they had a confrontation in the forest with a lot of macho posing, with the lumberjack deciding finally to tie him up to one of the trees and teach him a lesson. Finding himself turned on by Jason's naked body, the guy ends up making love to him, and now knowing each other better, they meet half way on the environmental issue, the lumberjack being more conservation conscious, and Jason more tolerant of the lumber industry. The video before this one had been with an older guy too, with him being a young applicant who got the job giving the interviewer a blow job, not out of coercion, but because they found each other hot.

Jack said there was a big market for young guy/old guy videos. Jack had to know. He was paying him big bucks for the videos he was making, a thousand dollars each, with promises of making even more as he became better known. He said that a lot of producers were already asking about him, and wanting him to star in their productions. That was great, but Jason did have his worries. Making porno films wasn't something a high school graduate put on his college application, and he'd spent many sleepless nights worrying what would happen if his parents or any of his friends ever saw one of his videos. Having to reveal he was gay would be bad enough, but confessing he made dirty movies would be totally devastating. Doing it with older guys wasn't his preference either, and even if it was about love, he felt uncomfortable doing stuff with them. Life as a budding movie actor was not an easy one.

Pushing down Doug's jeans and then his boxers, Jason cupped his balls and Doug cupped his ass as they duelled with their tongues for the cameras, twisting them around each other and sliding them over each other and into each other's mouths. It was hot and Doug began to stiffen in hands, and his own cock began to stretch out his thong. He had learned a lot about love making these past four weeks, which made him a better actor, and would make him a better lover in real life. He didn't have a boyfriend yet, but there were a few guys he'd had his eye on and that he figured might be gay also. Once he did find a real boyfriend, he was going to give him the thrill of his life. That thought made being photographed by Jack and Rob bearable.

Doug removed his thong, and the two naked boys caressed and kissed passionately and with growing lust, running their hands over each other's smooth, muscular body. Jason had grown almost an inch taller since he'd begun the Fun with Chuckles videos, and put on a few more pounds, all in the chest, arms and thighs, and all solid muscle. Scooping up some of the cake with his fingers, Doug fed the birthday boy, and the birthday boy scooped some up and fed his boyfriend at the same time. They licked off each other's fingers and sucked on them seductively before moving on down their forearms and biceps to their pits. They had showered for the videotaping of course, and they sniffed each other's pits and licked them before moving on to each other's nipples. Jason quivered as he felt Doug's hot tongue run over his sensitive bud, and his hot, moist mouth envelop it and suck on it. As his nipple grew hard so did Doug's in his mouth.

They continued down, running their tongues down each other's chests, over each other's six-pack abs, and curling around each other's hairy ball sacks. They were both hard and aching by then, Doug being just as well hung as Jason. The two studs went down on each other's eight-inch [20 cm] love wands, sucking, licking and panting, delighting in the sensation of being sucked off, delighting in the joy of bringing another boy off. Their passions grew and their breaths deepened until they shot their loads, pulling back and shooting into each other's gaping mouth for the camera. For a brief while Jason had forgotten about Jack and Rob. This was so much different from the Fun With Chuckles videos. He learned his lines ahead of time like a real actor, not that there were ever that many lines, and the action was so smooth and so real that they seldom had to repeat a scene. That came from good acting, and experience.

Of course his friends wanted to know where he was getting all the money, and the most stylish and expensive clothes, which were gifts from Jack or outfits he'd worn in the films he was making. He told them he was doing some modelling, and acting, which was true, and that impressed them, the girls and guys alike. He especially liked that, the reaction of his friends and classmates. His self-confidence had been shaken there for a while with some of the crap he'd been forced to do with Charles and Shane, and his pride and ego had taken a beating with the rumours and innuendos Matt Danson had been spreading. It was great to be back to his arrogant, confident self, once more on the top of the world. The attention he was getting from the girls was welcome too after the suggestions Matt Danson had been making regarding him and Charles. He knew it wasn't exactly fair to them, leading them on when they had no chance with him, but then they had treated him like shit for a while and deserved it, and he had a reputation to regain besides. He wasn't ready to come out yet. Matt Danson was at least no longer a threat. The revenge that Jack had helped them take out on him had evidently done the job and had put an end to his rumours and innuendos.

Actually, that afternoon had been a beginning for Matt Danson, but of course Jason had no way of knowing that. The following Saturday, while Jason, Charles and Shane were still recovering from the revolting things they'd done and worrying what was happening to them and wondering what Jack was thinking and doing, Jack was showing Matt the video he'd starred in the week before. He explained to the high school jock that he had made a big mistake messing with three boys who happened to be good friends of Jack's, and that if he didn't want the video of him eating Charles's shit and licking Charles's dirty ass hole suddenly appearing on the Internet, or still pictures showing up in the change room at Westview High, or in the mail to his father at his place of work, he'd do exactly what Jack wanted him to.

Totally devastated by the video, and not wanting anyone to know what he'd done, the boy had immediately agreed, and had even signed an agreement to work for Jack for the next year in return for the promise the video would not show up on the Internet, and no pictures would find their way to his parents or friends. That very afternoon, Jack and Rob produced the first Matt Danson Scat Video, introducing their new star and new series, the basketball star and all around teen idol, the type of boy whose mother bragged about him at afternoon teas, the high school athlete that cheerleaders got wet panties over, and the fresh innocent boy that fathers wanted their daughters to date. Matt Danson, healthy, wealthy, and clean cut, star athlete, model honour student, good son, and model citizen who saved stamps and babysat to earn money for sodas and hamburgers in his video life, was not that different in his real life. In his real life, he didn't babysit, and he preferred pizza.

The baby he babysat in his first video was actually a two-year-old nephew of Jack's whom Jack was looking after for his sister, who felt Jack was a sleaze ball and had turned to him for help only out of desperation because her regular baby sitter had at the last moment to cancel, thanks to an extra cash incentive by Jack who told her he was playing a practical joke on his sister. Matt and the toddler played blocks and cars and trucks, a wholesome, clean scene you'd find on prime time family hour, and even when little Jamie did what all two-year-old toddlers do, filled his diaper, thanks also to a diet of bananas and frosted bran flakes provided by Jack, it was not a scene that hadn't been touched on in numerous comedies and family sitcoms.

What happened next though was not what you'd watch on public televison, and what did put the special stamp of Jack and Rob on the story. It was repulsive and the stink disgusting, but Matt followed the stage direction to change little Jamie's diaper. It was after he'd removed it and Rob had zoomed in on Jamie's shit-smeared groin and backside, and then on Matt's face, that he found out what repulsive really was. Jack's next stage direction was to clean the little boy, with his tongue. Of course Matt refused and violently objected when reminded he had a contract, telling the two men to go to hell and to do other things besides, and Jack and Rob had to use one of their motivational strategies to convince him that he really had no choice, and that his little show of defiance was going to cost him plenty. With the electric probe still jammed up his ass and the wires extending down his pant leg and out of sight of the camera, a shocked and beaten seventeen-year-old Matt Danson reluctantly bent over the change table.

Little Jamie found the new method of getting cleaned particularly enjoyable, as did Jack and Rob as they filmed the action. The sight of the six-foot-one [1.85 m], hundred and forty-five pound [66 kg] jock bent over the change table and holding the toddler upside down by the ankles as he licked the poop from the two-year-old's butt, and then pulling apart his legs and sucking the foul yellow-brown mess off his tiny, hairless balls, was something Jack and Rob would cherish for a long time, at least until his second video the following Saturday. The two men reached down and squeezed their swollen cocks as Matt ran his tongue along the crevice between the two-year-old's chubby legs and groin, routing out the shit that had found it's way there, and then slipped his lips about the little baby boy's cocklet and sucked on it, the stench of the boy's shit and the taste causing his eyes to water and his guts to heave, but each time the crap rose up his gullet he forced it back down.

He was surprised to feel the little boy's penis grow firm between his lips, and even more surprised when a few minutes later Jamie trembled and bucked with his very first little baby orgasm. Zooming down to the teenage boy's crotch where he'd been stroking his cock, Rob quivered with leaking pre-cum as he filmed the sudden wet patch that appeared at the end of the long tube in the boy's jeans. Jack meanwhile zoomed in on the teenager's face, and the look of revulsion and shame and of the sexual pleasure of ejaculation on his shit-smeared face was perfect.

The following week Matt found out just how many people had seen the video of him and Charles Brentworth as he began to get phone calls from men referring to the video, and asking if this was really the address and phone number of Matt Danson, faggot shit eater, adding to his angst. When he told Jack the following Saturday, he empathized with the teenage homophobe, and assured him that it would pass in time, and asked, speaking of passing, if he'd remembered to eat his six bowls of bran and half dozen bananas before bed last night.

Speaking of videos, Jack had been true to his word. The video of Chuckles the Clown and his friends with their young fans was the last of the Fun with Chuckles videos that Charles Brentworth had to make. Jack even gave Charles three weeks to enjoy his holiday. Then that last Saturday in June, after school had let out for the summer, he looked Charles up at the mall, one of the boy's favourite haunts, where he was trying to impress a couple of high school girls with his masculinity. A wave of nostalgia passed over Jack as he recalled that fall day in October when he'd first seen the clean-cut, good-looking teenager at the mall with his friends, and then followed him and watched him wistfully looking at the pair of Michael Jordan Airwalks. That had been the beginning of a most lucrative and enjoyable relationship.

Although Charles was most reluctant and even more suspicious, he finally agreed to accompany Jack to see something that Jack said he was certain he'd want to see. When he got in Jack's car and Jack blindfolded him, alarm bells went off, and his heart began to race. Although Jack had never once lied to him, and had really only hurt him when it had been absolutely necessary, the sixteen-year-old boy could not help being apprehensive, not after everything he'd been through. It was supposed to be over! Jack had promised! For three weeks he'd gone around like a freed man, a man who's been pardoned after having a life sentence. He could honestly say he had never felt happier in his life. When he took off the blindfold forty-five minutes later and found himself in the same room as he'd shot the last video, he immediately took the defensive and reminded Jack of their deal, and adamantly swore he didn't care what Jack said and did, he was not going to make another video. Jack, looking very surprised and hurt, assured him that he had every intention of keeping his side of the bargain. Feeling guilty, Charles sat back and prepared to listen carefully to what Jack had to say, this time expecting a trap however and being prepared for it. He was not going to get into a situation like he'd just gotten out of.

Putting a cassette into the player, Jack sat back and motioned to Charles to join him as the picture came on the big screen at the back of the playroom, the picture of a three-tiered row of bleachers filled with cheering, clapping, smiling boys, and Chuckles the Clown, Miss Ginger, and Master J holding hands and skipping onto the stage. He fast forwarded through the first part, and the scenes by Jason and Shane, to Chuckle's final scene having a picnic with the two six-year-old boys, and then the clips showing the swarm of boys flocking onto the stage and surrounding their video heros. As Chuckles made his final farewell and closing statement and waved his hand and his dick goodbye, Jack sighed with satisfaction. It was a great video in Jack's view, and the appropriate culmination of nine months of shooting that he figured Charles should be proud of.

It was, however, the next part that he had brought Charles to see. After he and the others had left the stage, the camera panned out to show a building with a sign with his clown face and the name "Chuckles's Playhouse". The doors swung open and the cameraman went through, continuing to tape, and Charles heard his voice advertising the newest children entertainment centre that would be opening soon for kiddie birthday parties and special event parties, and a weekly, live, meet Chuckles show that would be broadcast around the world live via the Internet. The cameraman slowly walked through the building, showing all the special rooms in Chuckles's Playhouse as Chuckles continued to talk, the reading room with porno stories, pop-up picture books with very interesting pop ups, and a direct link to the Internet; a chat room with high speed access to some very special chat rooms just for little boys, and others where boys and men who like little boys could chat; a series of fantasy rooms including a water sports room, the laundry room where lost socks go, a hospital room, and a medieval dungeon; a couple rooms where boys could bring their pets, the large play room where the last video had been taken, and the door to a very special Chuckles's Private Bedroom.

The Playhouse, Jack explained, would be ready to go that fall, not just there in the city, but in major cities around the world. The biggest surprise of all, he announced with a wide grin, was that he had arranged for the summer a worldwide Chuckles the Clown promotional tour, of which of course he would be the star. Charles stared at him, his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide with total incomprehension. Playhouses around the world? Worldwide tour? With him? "It is all just too unbelievable, isn't it?" Jack said with a grin. "But it is your reward, and a very deserving one." Charles stared at the frozen picture, unable to voice his appreciation. "The Fun With Chuckles videos have been distributed to almost every English-speaking country in the world, and dubbed in two dozen different languages for other countries, with more planned. Not only that, but we've begun a production of DVD's, and once the Playhouses become operational, we're thinking of an entire line of Chuckles the Clown sex toys for little boys. What do you think of that!" Chuckles was speechless.

And so it was that on July the eleventh while Miss Ginger was sound asleep after selling her ass on the streets the night before and Master J was celebrating his pretend birthday party and his fifth gay romance video, Chuckles the Clown was in London, England, entertaining a crowd of cheering English school boys on the commencement of his world wide tour to promote his new entertainment centres. They were boys much like he'd entertained in his last video that Saturday afternoon back home, boys pumped up with energy and jumping and cheering with excitement at the opportunity to actually meet first hand the hero they'd been watching this past school year.

Unlike the boys he'd entertained in making his last video, these boys were all dressed up properly in their school uniforms, the boys having been especially gathered up from the country's private schools, their parents and school masters having been told that they'd been chosen because of their athletic skills, their academics, their leadership skills, or their social skills, whichever their special chaperones felt was appropriate for the boy. With typical English pageantry and ceremony, they had convinced the school masters and parents of the legitimacy of the outing, and that their youngsters would be safe and well looked after. They had told no lies. The select group of boys, from the ages of five to eight, had been selected for those very reasons. Their chaperones could vouch for the athletic skills of the youngsters, the boys having demonstrated the speed with which they obtain erections, their flexibility in body in being able to suck their own toes, and for some lick their own balls, and their skills in water sports. As for academics, they could impress the most proficient sailor with their vocabulary, and they knew things about the human anatomy that many boys twice their age had no idea about. That they were highly skilled in the area of social graces there was no doubt, the sweet cherubs being able to charm the pants off the most sober of men, and as for leadership, each and every one of them already had plans to bring a new boy into their elite fold in the fall.

Despite their high achievements and the fact they were the cream of private schools, they were, above all else, boys, and they squirmed and squealed with the same enthusiasm and excitement with the appearance of their hero. They laughed and giggled when he accidentally pinched his nipples and his balls with clothes pins in the dungeon room skit, and when he brewed himself some very special tea and drank it properly, with his little finger raised, in the water sports room skit, and they listened attentively and fiddled with the little cocklets bulging out their school shorts as he read them one of his favourite stories from the Internet.

And when they were invited down to join him, they behaved like boys anywhere in the world. They chucked their clothes with free abandon and without the slightest shame, and offered him their bumholes to lick and their dicklets to suck, and they massaged and caressed his body from head to toe and smothered him with affectionate and wet little boy kisses. They layed on the floor and sucked on his toes, they eagerly sniffed his arm pits and delighted in his pit hairs, they sucked on his nipples, they played with his frizzy, multicoloured pubic hairs, and they stroked his cock until it squirted. Charles Brentworth, the spoiled, snobbish rich boy from Manor Heights, stood in the centre of the milling, naked boys, smiling as he brought one off after another and the boys milked him dry. Oh, he had objected when Jack had told him of his new plans, but in the end he had agreed. The alternative, Jack seeing that one of the fathers of the boys he'd messed around with in the last video found it, and Charles's address, was not an alternative. As Jack had pointed out, it was life in prison for sure, and considering how most men felt about those who messed around with little boys, it could be a short life.

Back home, his parents told everyone of the surprise that their oldest son had been chosen to represent a new worldwide children's entertainment chain, sort equivalent to the Ronald Macdonald of Macdonald's hamburger fame. It went a long way to explain his mood swings. His days of euphoria and ecstatic joy these past nine months were when he'd advanced from one level of the competition to the next, and the weeks of depression and short temper were those periods between when he was worried he was going to be eliminated. That's what the man who told them about the entertainment chain and that Charles had won had said. He hadn't said exactly what was involved in the talent competition, or just what the entertainment centres were about. He just said it had been very stiff competition, and when he'd said that and glanced at Charles, Charles had just stared at the floor and turned red. His modesty was typical of the Brentworths, as was his keeping it all a secret so his parents wouldn't be disappointed if he didn't win, and the talent to win first place to represent a worldwide children's entertainment chain. Now that was something to brag about for a boy two months away from his seventeenth birthday.

Speaking of birthdays, thirteen-year-old Kevin Michaels and his best buddy, thirteen-year-old Enrico Mendez, were at that moment lying on Kevin's bed discussing Ashley Hall's fourteenth birthday party the day before. Five months older than Kevin, and three months older than Enrico, Ashley had a set of boobs that junior high school age boys popped boners over with just the thought of them and had wet dreams about during the night. They were not huge, like you find on older teens and women on the Internet, but they were pert and firm and stuck her sweaters out invitingly, and most important of all, they were at least theoretically accessible. Not only did Ashley look sexy, but she acted sexy too, and she wasn't seeing anyone in particular, so the field was open. Ashley knew how to make use of her assets. The birthday party had been mixed sexes, and her parents had stayed away. That meant some loud, hot music, the kind with language parents would not otherwise allow, and some risque games that involved kissing behind closed doors and, if you were to believe some of the boys, some hot groping, though in reality that was totally imaginary and teenage wishful thinking.

Kevin and Enrico had great imaginations that summer between grades eight and nine, and a lot of wishful thoughts. One wishful thought that afternoon was that Kevin's kid brother and his kid brother's best friend were around to help release some tension that had developed during their conversation.

"I dunno. Him and his buddy took off out of here this morning with shit-eating grins to some sort of party or something."

"Nice to have such simple enjoyments, and such simple needs," Enrico observed philosophically.

"They're two strange ones, those two," Enrico said with a chuckle, surprised at how cock hungry and how sexually knowledgeable the two six-year-olds were.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Enrico said quickly. He didn't want to offend his best buddy, and especially a best buddy who had a kid brother who sucked cock.

"Yeah," Kevin said after a moment. "Though I'd rather get it off some other way than with my hand. I'm feeling extra super honey this afternoon."

"We could try it using each other's," Kevin said after a moment with an embarrassed chuckle, figuring if he laughed he could claim he was just joking if Enrico got angry or offended.

"You ever wonder what a guy's dick tastes like?" Enrico dared ask after a moment. It was just a question. So he could claim. Kevin had been the first to suggest they do something to each other anyway.

"Yeah. You?" Kevin responded honestly and without a pause to consider if he should. They were the best of friends, and they had messed around with his kid brother and his buddy, so it wasn't as if they hadn't done anything sexual together. He'd never have admitted it otherwise, and he certainly wouldn't admit it to anyone else.

"Yeah." The two sat in silence, each wishing the other would ask the question that was on his mind. "We could try it," Enrico finally said with a chuckle.

The two boys pulled down their flies, and slipping their hands into them, pulled out their stiff cocks. Deciding it might be more comfortable with their pants open, they unsnapped their jeans and spreading the flaps apart, pushed them down to mid thigh, followed by their boxers.

They got into position, wondering if they'd feel that self-conscious getting into position to fuck a girl. They hesitantly reached out and took each other's cock. They'd fiddled with Kevin's kid brother's and Aaron's buddy's, but it was the first time they held each others. Although they were not about to tell each other, but touching and being touched caused a thrill to ripple up the core of their cocks. They were too horny and too worried about what they were going to do to be concerned at the time that they'd found the experience erotic. That worry would come later, that night when they reviewed what they'd done in their minds and found the memory gave them aching boners.

They leaned forward, waiting for the other to go first. Kevin tentatively placed his lips against Enrico's knob. He was the host. It was only right he go first. It wasn't that bad. He waited anxiously, worrying Enrico would not go that far, worried Enrico would back out and then tell everyone he'd put his mouth on Enrico's cock. He at last felt Enrico's hot, moist lips against his knob and he released the breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. The two boys slipped their lips down a little further. They were just experimenting. This wasn't really fag sex. They were just getting the pressure off, like when they'd had sex with Kenny and Aaron. Kevin's kid brother and his buddy weren't fags. They were just six for fucksake. They were just goofy kids, and he and Kevin were just getting some relief that all teenagers need with them. It was just sex, not fag sex. You can't be six and a fag. And you can be horny and sucking cock but not a fag when you're thirteen. If you were just getting the pressure off. Because you'd be doing girls if you could.

The two boys were hard in less than a minute. It was pleasant, getting hard, and getting each other hard. That should not have been a surprise. After all, Aaron and his buddy had gotten them hard, and that was pleasant. His brother couldn't be some sort of perv. He was his brother. Kevin gently sucked on his buddy's dick, and was relieved when he felt the pressure around his own dick. He was getting his cock sucked, by his best buddy! It did feel good to have a mouth sucking on your dick, and it was good in a way to suck on a buddy's. You were pleasing him and he was pleasing you. That was all right. That was what buddies do, please each other. And it was just because they were feeling horny and there were no girls around.

Kevin began to work his lips up and down Enrico's swarthy cock with deliberate purpose, and the Mexican-American began to work his lips up and down the pink digit of his best buddy. Both boys concluded dick didn't have any taste at all really, and it felt great doing it and having it done. As the pleasure rippling about their knobs increased, the two boys forgot all about trying to explain and rationalize their feelings. A hot, throbbing cock and a tingling cockhead made thinking difficult. Besides, when you are thirteen going on fourteen, a hot throbbing cock and tingling dick head are still a new enough experience to demand your total focus, and that was what the two boys did. They concentrated on the pleasure pulsating through their stiff cocks, now close to four and a half inches [11½ cm] long, and on the building tension in their loins, and the excitement of anticipation, knowing what that building tension would result in. The throbbing of the stiff cock between each boy's lips meant his buddy was developing the same tension, and that knowledge made their dicks ache all the more for that glorious end. That one's buddy was feeling the same way was a powerful stimulant, and that one's buddy was about to shoot, and that you were the cause made your own approaching ejaculation all the more powerful. Getting off a load together was definitely better than doing it yourself, and that justified doing it. With that thought and a shudder of pure delight Kevin shot his hot, juicy thirteen-year-old load into his best buddy's mouth, and at the same time he felt Enrico's hot, slimy load spurt into his. Totally unprepared for their first blow jobs on each other, the two boys immediately began to swallow as each other's cum oozed out from the corners of their mouths and down around their chins. It was awesome.

Aaron and Kenny were feeling life was pretty awesome at that moment also. After they'd returned from their big surprise of meeting Chuckles, they'd thanked the man who'd taken them a hundred times, and he'd said it was all his pleasure. They didn't understand how that could be, but if he said it was, then it had to be. The following Saturday they had headed down to the playground eagerly, and the man had given them a video that he said was of the party. He also said that was the last of the videos, and that was sad, because they liked meeting with him, and they liked learning about the stuff on the videos and doing them. They were six though, and when you are six, sad thoughts don't last long, and by the time they'd gone home and watched the video they'd gotten so horny they could only think of only one thing, and that was fiddling with each other to get each other off. Seeing themselves on tape had been particularly hot, and knowing that at least four dozen other boys had that tape, and had seen them and Chuckles having that special picnic was super wicked.

The next Saturday they'd gone down to the playground just out of habit, and were excited to see the man there, even if he didn't have a new video for them. They talked about the surprise meeting with Chuckles again and how great it had been, and they asked the man how come he was there at the playground, and he said he missed them and missed giving them their weekly video. They said they missed him too, and asked if he'd still be their friend, and visit them once in a while, even if he didn't have any more videos, and they were happy when he said he'd be happy to, if they wanted him to. So the next Saturday they went to the park again, and were happy to see he was there, and he pushed them on the swings and stuff, and they swore a lot, because they knew the man liked to hear them swear. Then Kenny and Aaron went to Kenny's house and watched the last video again, because it was one of their favourites, and when they got to the end and Chuckles mentioned about grownups who didn't mind doing sex stuff, they were glad the man felt that way, and that Kenny had met him.

And, they wondered if the man liked to do sex stuff with his pee-er like they did, and if he liked to do sex stuff with little boys. They wondered that all week. So the next Saturday, the first Saturday in July, they got the idea that they would like to do something nice for the man, but when they told him he said they didn't have to. They said they really wanted to and he said were they sure and they said fucking sure they were sure and he laughed and said that would be great but they couldn't do anything there in the park. They invited him to Kenny's home on account of his parents were the one's not home and he said he'd love to but it might be too risky, and they thought about what Chuckles had said, and though Kenny's parents weren't dumb assholes, they agreed his parents probably would not approve of them messing around doing sex stuff in Kenny's bed with the man.

So they figured a good time would be during the week when their dads were working so they'd just have to find a day when their moms were too busy to notice they were gone for a little while. Aaron said Thursdays was when his mother went with some of the church ladies to visit those sick at home, and said that he heard her telling his dad that this next Thursday she'd have to be gone all morning and afternoon on account of there being some ladies on holiday so she had to do their visits. Kenny figured if he asked his mom if he could go play with Aaron and have lunch with him she'd agree. So if he did she wouldn't be wondering where he was all day, and Aaron's mom wouldn't know he wasn't at home, so it would be perfect.

So they agreed and that was what happened. The boys went to the park as soon as Aaron's mom left. His brother slept in now he was on summer holidays and was just waking up and they just hollered to him that they were going to a party as they ran out the door. So they met the man at ten in the morning like they said they would and went with him to his house. He didn't have any kids or anything so he didn't have any toys or stuff so they went to the playground and played there and then went to the mall and bought a bat and ball and after having lunch at Macdonald's they went back to his house and played batting the ball until they got all hot and sweaty and then went in his house for some ice cream to cool down. He said the boys could take a shower if they wanted, but that he liked the smell of hot sweaty boys and they said they liked the smell of hot sweaty men and they all laughed.

When they finished their ice cream, the man asked them what they wanted to do next and the two boys said they wanted to have some fun with their pee-ers with him and when he asked if they were sure they said they were fucking sure. So, they went to his bedroom. He had a huge bed for just sleeping in it by himself, and he said he bought a large bed in the hopes that some cute, hot boys would share it with him. Lying down in the middle on his back, he told the two boys he'd leave what they did totally up to them, and that whatever they wanted to do would be fine with him. So they bounced up on the bed and unbuttoned the man's shirt and removed it. He had a thick mat of chest hair, which fascinated the boys, and they spent the next ten minutes running their fingers though it and playing with his nipples, which by the time they were done were hard and burning with arousal. The boys pretended his chest hair was a forest and their index fingers were little boys lost in it, and they said they wished they had chest hair like him. He said he was glad that they didn't because he liked little boys with smooth chests, and they laughed when they tried to imagine six-year-old boys with thick chest hair.

They removed their shirts and their shorts, and their runners and their socks, and sitting there just in their tight, white briefs, they unzipped the man's pants and drew them down, each boy taking a leg, and they pulled down his boxers and removed them along with his socks, which they stopped to smell, and asked if they could take home with them to smell when they went to sleep, which the man readily agreed. They of course checked out his pubic hairs, and ran their fingers through them, and they cupped his hairy balls and said how huge they were, like chicken eggs, which made the man laugh, and they wrapped their hot little hands about his half erect cock, their conversation and earlier play having gotten him partially aroused. With their hot little hands around his private part, and with the look of sexual arousal and excitement in their eyes, he quickly finished getting a boner. He had a nice size cock, eight inches [20 cm], and the boys were fascinated by the length and the thickness. He was circumcised and they ran their fingers along the sensitive rim of his knob, which was mushroom shaped like Kenny's.

Reaching out with both hands, the man squeezed the bulges in the fly fronts of their briefs, and asked the boys if they were hiding pickles in their underwear or if they were glad to see him. They announced of course that they were glad to see him, and when he pulled down their underwear that was evident. He squeezed the stiff little boy wieners, delighting in how hot and hard they were, and how innocent and small, the boy's cocks being about the length and thickness of his thumb. Having the boys kneel on either side of his head, he licked and sucked their little dicks, at first one and then the other, and then both together as he had the boys move in closer. Laying down on either side of him, the two boys began to lick his stiff cock, running their hot little tongues up the length, and licking his swollen knob like it was a scoop of ice cream at the end of a cone.

Of course the man oozed pre-cum almost immediately, so turned on by the two boys, and the two boys lapped it up eagerly and coaxed out more. They then took turns sucking on his knob, first Kenny opening his mouth wide and taking the entire knob in his mouth and sucking on it, and then Aaron taking a turn. Having the two young boys eagerly sucking on his cock, and willingly having him suck on theirs, soon had the man ready to spurt. When he did the two boys immediately began to lap up the streamers of cum, flipping up thick currents of cum with their tongues and swallowing the tart nectar. The man was totally delighted, and so were they. It was a great start for the afternoon, and they had several hours yet before they had to go back.

So the three of them snuggled up together totally naked on the bed and the boys played with the man's chest hairs again as he reached down and took each little dicklet in a hand and began to fiddle with it, delighting in the softness and velvety smoothness of six-year-old dicklets. Of course they did not stay soft long, and nor did the man's. The two boys giggled at the sight of his "purple helmeted warrior" wagging in the air excitedly, anxious for their attention. Kenny straddled the man's big belly, and as he slowly slide down, Aaron scooted around and grabbed the man's thick cock to aim it at the eagerly winking bumhole. As the little boy drooled spit over the knob to lubricate it and the man felt Kenny's tight little pucker press down on the tip and begin to open, the man groaned in ecstasy. Life did not get any better!

On the way home they said that they'd had a great time and that now that it was summer they could maybe do it more often. The man said he'd had a great time too, and that he'd like to meet them whenever they could over the summer, and the next year when they were in grade two. The man dropped them off a little way from Kenny's house, saying it was better that he not be seen letting them out his car, and they said that was a smart idea. As they got out his car Kenny spotted his neighbour coming up the street on his bike, and said that he would be going into grade one. The man asked if he thought his neighbour would be interested in seeing the videos Kenny had, and said that for each new boy they found that would like the videos and could be trusted he'd give them ten dollars. The boys' eyes popped out when he said he'd give them that much.

"Fuck, you'll give us ten dollars for each boy?" asked Kenny in disbelief. He'd never had that much money in his whole life.

"Each boy that you think would like to watch videos like those and that can be trusted to keep it a secret."

"Watching Fun With Chuckles videos is the bestest way ever to spend a Saturday afternoon," observed Aaron.

"Oh yeah, cuz it is excellent being a boy and doing stuff that only boys can do."

The two six-year-olds glanced at each other with a twinkle in their eyes. "Because having fun with your pee-er is what being a boy is all about," they chorused.

"And having fun with your best buddy's pee-er," Aaron added, putting an arm about his best buddy.

"And having fun with the purple helmeted warrior of a man who doesn't mind kids doing sex stuff."

Telling the man they'd see him next Thursday, the two boys chased after Kenny's neighbour. The man smiled as he watched the little brunette and his blond-haired buddy charge up the street in his rearview mirror. He had no idea where Chuckles and his friends were at that moment, but they had taught the youngsters very well. "It is fuckin' fun," he heard Aaron say. "It's called Fun With Chuckles," explained Kenny as the three boys rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.

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Fun For Boys And Men

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Daemon Way

Fun with Chuckles

Chapter 35 Fun For Boys And Men

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Chapter 35
Fun For Boys And Men