                      Randy and the Kimam headhunters
                              by Little Willy

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Chapter I: Randy gets an idea
Chapter II: Milking Brad
Chapter III: One step forward and two steps back
Chapter IV: Wilson to the rescue
Chapter V: Randy recovers
Chapter VI: Randy earns his gourd
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                       Chapter I: Randy gets an idea



It had been some time since Brad had moved into his own room and Randy and
Mark had been getting along fine. Randy enjoyed being the big boy in the
room, and since he hadn't yet sprouted pubic hair, Randy was secretly glad
not to be seen naked by his older brother and mocked for his "little boy
wee-wee."

Ever since Mark passed Randy in height, Randy was keeping a watchful eye on
the Mark's crotch. One morning, Mark rolled off the bed with a hard-on. His
dick stuck out of the loose fly of his pajamas. Randy was shocked to see
that Mark's hard dick was at least as long as his own, if not longer!

Randy almost cried. Sure, his mom had told him that all boys develop at
different rates and that he too would someday see an increase in the size
of his dick and that he would see the welcome site of hair sprout around
the puny thing. But when he asked her how he could hurry the process along,
she'd told him that he just had to wait. What kind of answer was that,
thought the boy.

Randy waited for Mark to trot to the bathroom. He leapt from the bed and
hurriedly dressed. He didn't want to deal with the twerp today. He didn't
want to see anyone, if possible.

Randy snuck out of the house and climbed the tree in the backyard. It was a
funny place for the older boy to be, since it was Mark's favorite hiding
place. As he sat there, he heard Wilson come out into the man's own
backyard. Randy parted the branches surrounding his head and peered into
Wilson's yard.

Wilson was sitting on the ground with his ankles drawn tightly into his
lap. His knees were pressed hard against the ground. Wilson's eyes were
closed and it looked as if he were mumbling to himself. Without looking up,
or seemingly even recognizing Randy's presence, Wilson spoke.

"Howdy, neighbor Randy," the man said. "Taking up bird watching?"

Wilson was weird. How the heck did he know it was me, Randy thought. He let
the leafy tree limbs close back around his face and ignored the man's
question. Randy continued to ponder the man's knowledge of his presence. He
new that Wilson couldn't have seen him when the man had come out into the
yard. So, how the heck DID he know it was me?

Randy shrugged to himself. Wilson knows everything, he thought. Randy
paused. Wilson KNOWS everything, he thought again. If anyone could help
him, it'd be Wilson, but how could he talk to the old man about his
problem.

"Mark's sure getting to be a big boy, isn't he," Wilson asked.

"Yeah, I guess he is," said Randy. How does this man know my thoughts?

"It must be pretty hard to feel like you're left behind when your brothers
are rushing into manhood," the man stated.

"You don't know the half of it."

"Well, I was once your age, Randy. I think I've got a pretty good idea of
what you're going through," Wilson said.

How could he, Randy thought. I bet Wilson had hair when he was six!

"Getting any hair yet," Wilson continued, his voice dropping to just above
a whisper.

Randy couldn't stop himself, "Shit no!" he said.

"Now, now, young Taylor," Wilson said. "The man that must resort to
swearing is a man with nothing to say."

"Sorry, Wilson," Randy said. "But I can't believe this is happening and mom
says there's nothing I can do about it."

"Well, your mom is an intelligent woman, but there may be some things that
maybe your mother doesn't know about growing boys. If you would climb down
from that tree, we could talk about it a little more privately."

Randy left the tree and walked around the fence to the gate into Wilson's
back yard. The man met him at the gate and ushered Randy in.

"Why don't we go into the kitchen," Wilson said.

The pair entered the house and took seats around the kitchen table. Wanting
to get down to business, Randy declined an offer of milk or juice and
asked, "So is there anything I can do?"

"Have you ever heard of the Kimam tribe of Irian Jaya?" Wilson asked in
return.

"No."

"The Kimam are fierce warriors and headhunters," Wilson said.

"Wow," Randy said, then felt embarrassed, being impressed with such little
boy stuff. No wonder everyone thought of him as a kid.

"The Kimam are also strong believers in magic, and there may be something
in the magic they practice," Wilson said. Randy was staring at him
intensely, so Wilson dropped the bomb. "The Kimam believe that older males
in the tribe provide the magic that causes both yams, the Kimam staple food
crop, and little boys to grow. The magic is contained in a man's sperm."

Randy was starting to catch on. He wasn't all that sure that he wanted to
hear more, but he didn't interrupt Wilson's narrative.

"The sperm is collected from men to put in the ground with the yams when
they're planted," Wilson continued. "Collected sperm is also rubbed onto
the body's of young boys. But the Kimam believe that a boy must receive
guidance and magic directly from an older man chosen to mentor the boy. For
the magic to truly work, the boy must take the sperm directly from his
mentor."

Fuck, thought Randy, Wilson's an old queer! The bastard wants me to blow
him and this is just an elaborate build- up. What kind of fool does he
think I am anyway.

"Uh, thanks, Wilson," Randy said and got up from the table. "I'll think
about it."

"Anything to help, neighbor Randy," Wilson said, nonplused by the boy's
brush off. "You know where to find me."



                          Chapter II: Milking Brad



Randy went about his day trying to forget that morning's discussion with
Wilson. But Wilson's voice stuck in his head. If only there was a way to
try out the "magic" without looking like a queer!

After dinner, as the three boys watched TV, Randy found his eyes straying
first to Brad's crotch and then to Mark's. Brad's big basket was quite a
sight and what Mark was showing also looked respectable to Randy. Christ,
Randy thought, I'd try almost anything, queer or not.

During a commercial, Brad said to Randy, "You gotta see what Chris lent
me."

Chris was a friend of Brad's at school who loaned him porno mags. Brad
liked to show off the mags to Randy, then take out his dick and jack
himself off. Brad had been doing this since he could first cum, when he was
at least two years younger than Randy was now. He kept up the practice to
belittle his younger brother, and for some time now, Randy had simply
refused to go with Brad when asked. But armed with Wilson's knowledge,
tonight was different.

Maybe, Randy thought, I could somehow get some of Brad's cum when he's not
looking. Rubbing it on myself wouldn't be too queer.

Mark stayed put on the couch as his brothers left the room. Brad really
disliked Mark and the feeling was mutual. Mark had no desire to enter the
smelly room his brother occupied.

Brad and Randy sat down on Brad's bed. As Brad bent over to get his
knapsack, Randy felt behind Brad's bed for his brother's cum rag. He
grimaced involuntarily as his hand made contact with what was once Mark's
favorite tee-shirt but was now a heavily stained, almost board-stiff cloth
portrait of Minnie Mouse. Randy quickly moved the cum rag so that Brad
wouldn't be able to reach it from his favorite position, lying back on his
pillow.

Brad sat back up, drawing a brown paper bag from his knapsack. The bag
obviously contained a magazine which the older boy shook out onto the bed.
The magazine's cover showed a woman's wide open legs. The fingers of one
hand were spreading her pussy open which gleamed out wetly at the boys.
Randy felt himself getting hard.

"You gotta see this," Brad said, rapidly flipping the pages of the
magazine. He stopped about two-thirds of the way back at a series of
pictures showing two men penetrating a woman at the same time. "One of
them's in her butt. God that's gotta be tight."

Brad flopped back against his pillows and started kneading the mound in his
jeans. Randy flipped idly through the magazine while Brad watched and
worked on himself. Randy's own hand was busy in his lap when he came across
a full page picture showing a spurting cock and a pussy dripping with cum.
Randy gasped and twitched.

It must have been a picture that Brad liked too. "Yeah, stop at that one,"
he said.

Randy looked over to see his brother stroking his six inches of boy-cock.
Brad was breathing kind of heavy and while Randy watched, Brad yanked his
tee-shirt up around his chin and pointed his dick straight up. He stopped
working his dick and both boys watched as the hard thing shot. Cum arched
into the air and splattered against Brad's stomach, coating it in a glossy
wetness.

"Oh, man," his older brother said, "that was good! You know Randy, maybe
when you're older.."

Randy groaned. The asshole wouldn't ever let up would he. Randy watched
Brad's head fall back onto his pillow and his hand reached out for his cum
rag. Brad fished his hand around quite a bit, before snapping his head back
up.

"I told her never to come into my room," Brad said, thinking his mother had
taken his cum rag.

"Oh keep your shirt on," Randy said as he reached across his brother's
body. "I'll take care of it you big shit," the younger boy said as he
reached out and used his right hand to scrape Brad's cum off his body.

A little groggy from his recent ejaculation, Brad's head fell back on his
pillow. "Hey, thanks, bro," he said.

Holding the precious load carefully, Randy ran to the bathroom the brothers
shared. Working as fast as he could with his left hand, Randy closed the
door and dropped his pants. His dick was still rock hard and he quickly
grabbed it with his cum filled fist. Closing his eyes and imagining a big
cock spraying across a woman's pussy, Randy began pumping.

The feeling was like nothing he'd experienced before. Though the Taylor
boys were quite used to being coated in grease, thanks to dad, none of them
had yet thought of using lubricant while jacking off. Randy's hand flew
back and forth on his tiny dick. The cum was warm and slick and his knees
were getting kind of shaky as the boy moved toward orgasm. In a flash he
was there. Randy felt the instinctive humping of his hips and dropped his
dick. Looking down he saw his little friend jerk. But most of all, he saw a
drop of clear fluid leave the tip of his dick and land in the sink.

I FUCKING CAME! Randy screamed to himself. Oh, my God, it works! Wilson
said it and it's true! Oh, my God, who would've thought? Oh, shit!

Calming down, Randy could feel that his hand was still wet. Wow, Randy
thought, if rubbing works so well, I wonder about..Hesitantly he brought
his hand to his nose and sniffed. He couldn't really smell much of
anything; a slightly bleachy odor, if anything. He brought his hand back to
his mouth. Lizard like, he whipped out his tongue and tasted the gooey mess
in his palm.

It didn't taste too bad, Randy thought, Brad's juice really didn't taste
like much of anything. Randy brought his hand up to his face again and set
to work. In a few minutes the boy had cleaned all his brother's cum from
his hand, taking special care between his fingers to get the last little
bit.



              Chapter III: One step forward and two steps back



Randy dashed back to his room. He had to do it again. He shucked off his
shoes and pants and sprang to his bed. Optimistically pulling his shirt up
to his chin he worked his dick back to hard-on stage. After rubbing it in
his pants in Brad's room, then in the bathroom, it was a tad raw and his
unlubricated hand caused little tingles of pain and not pleasure.

He looked around his bed and not finding anything close at hand, Randy
finally spit in his hand. That's better, he thought, though he made a
decision to get some hand lotion tomorrow.

Now spit slick, Randy's hand blurred as he pumped furiously on his little
hard-on. It took a lot longer this time, probably five minutes, but Randy
felt his orgasm approaching. His hips started thrusting off the bed as he
stopped pumping and simply held his little dick firmly. Once again, Randy
was rewarded by the sight of a drop of cum arching out of his dick to land
close to his belly button.

I've made it, he thought. I'm a man.

Randy pulled his shirt down and used it to wipe up. He squirted so little
that stains weren't an issue. He slid off the bed and pulled on his
underwear. Randy sat at his computer to write the momentous events into his
diary.

He was just finishing as Mark entered the room. Looking at the ultra-neat
Randy's pants still strewn across the floor, then at Randy sitting at his
computer in his underwear, Mark asked "What's up?"

I'll show the little twerp, Randy thought. "Let me show you something
little brother," he said. Randy was looking forward to a couple of years of
making his little brother feel like a little boy.

Randy hopped back up onto his bed and invited his little brother to join
him. "Now watch closely," Randy said as he pulled down on his underwear.

"What kind of queer do you think I am," Mark erupted. He started to get off
the bed.

"No, wait," Randy said. "Look, I can cum. You know, cum? And I think that I
should teach you how, like Brad did for me."

"OK," Mark said. Hell, he thought, Randy thinks he's so smart and he's
always putting me down, I bet I can get one back on him. Randy's lack of
physical development was known to all of the Taylor household though they
were forbidden to mention it because of the boy's sensitivity to the issue.

Randy slid his underwear off and pulled his shirt up out of the way. He
spit in his hand and began massaging the little lump of his soft dick. It
took a barely a minute for his tiny circumcised friend to respond, and
fully hard, Randy held his dick in his thumb and forefinger to show it off
to his little brother.

"Nice," Mark said, thinking all the time, Christ, what a puny dick. MINE'S
bigger than that!

Randy spit in his hand again and set to work. Pounding away at a furious
pace, and excited by showing off to Mark brought him to cumming in a
minute. He held his dick tightly in his fist while his hips bucked. His
eyes were tightly closed. He hadn't felt anything leave his dick and he
definitely hadn't felt any wet stuff hit his stomach. Mark was laughing
loudly.

"So where's all this juice," Mark asked.

Shit, Randy thought. What happened?

Randy opened his eyes to see Mark, kneeling, his hand fumbling with his
zipper. "Hey, you wanna see some real cum?" he said. "I've been squirting
for at least two months now AND I won a distance contest in the gym showers
last Friday."

Randy definitely did not want to see the twerp cum. "Get the fuck off my
bed," he said his voice dripping with venom.

"Sure, LITTLE brother," Mark said, glancing at Randy's crotch and making an
obvious reference to the older boy's dick size.

Mark's snickering continued into the night as Randy tried to sleep. He
hadn't cried for ages, but listening to Mark brought tears to his eyes on
more than one occasion. What went wrong, he wondered. Tomorrow morning he'd
go and see Wilson again.



                      Chapter IV: Wilson to the rescue



The next morning found Wilson at work in his den. He'd set up a table in
preparation for a visit from Randy. The table was about five feet long and
the little boy could easily lie across it without hanging off either end.
Wilson had adjusted the legs of the table so that his dick would just clear
the little boy's body once he had Randy in position. Wilson had collected a
few items from around the house that he thought would make it a little
easier on the boy.

Wilson was just finishing his task when he heard Randy's knock on the door.
"Welcome, Taylor lad," he said as he opened the door to Randy.

Once again, the pair went to the kitchen to talk over Randy's problem.
Randy had decided to be candid with the old man. It couldn't hurt, the boy
thought. Randy left out the part about eating Brad's cum, but told the old
man the rest of the story of his previous night's adventure.

Randy asked, "What went wrong?"

He could tell the boy that his testicles only manufacture so much sperm,
Wilson thought, and send the boy on his way. But that wouldn't be near as
much fun! "Well, Randy," he said instead, "I can only think that Brad, not
being fully a man, must not have enough magic in his sperm to help you out
that much. But it seems to do something, isn't it enough?"

"Even if it was, I don't think I could pull that stunt every night on
Brad," Randy admitted. "He's stupid, but I don't think he's that stupid."

"Probably an astute observation, young Taylor," Wilson said. "But what are
you going to do?"

Randy had made a pact with himself. He would ask Wilson to be his mentor.
It was time to do so.

"Uh, Wilson," he said, "I was wondering if you'd.uh.well if.if you would
be.uh.my.uh.magic mentor."

Got ya, Wilson thought. "Well, let's go through the whole story and then,
Randy, I'll let you ask me again."

Wilson told Randy everything he knew of Kimam belief about growing boys. He
told of the young boys getting their noses and ears pierced as the first
step of initiation. The pair decided that they'd probably have to forgo
this step, though Wilson pointed out that it was a good thing that Randy
had had his ear pierced at least. Wilson then related the various penis
coverings the tribe used, telling the boy that initiates receive shells
that cover both penis and testicles, but that once they become men, they
wear long, pointed gourds that fit over only the penis itself.

Randy recognized that. He'd seen pictures in a National Geographic of
mostly naked men with long, pointy things coming out of their laps.

The man related Kimam beliefs about incest taboo, and the belief that the
mentor could not be a close relative of the boy. The two agreed that incest
could have something to do with the relative weakness of the effect of
Brad's sperm on the younger boy's body. Wilson next told Randy that the
Kimam boys actually felated their mentors, but that he didn't think that
actual contact would be needed between himself and the boy.

"OK, Wilson," Randy said, "what do we do?"

"First, I think I'd better give you a shell to wear," Wilson started. "You
can wear it under your clothes," he said as he left the room.

Wilson returned a few minutes later with a fairly large clam shell. Two
holes had been drilled in the edge and from it hung leather thongs. "Let's
get this on you and see if it fits," he said.

Randy reached to take the shell from Wilson, but the man withdrew his hand.
"As your mentor, I think it should be me to tie it on," Wilson said.

The boy sat for a minute, his face involuntarily expressing the turmoil of
his emotions. When he thought about it, he knew that he'd have to be nude
in front of the old man, but even so, he didn't want to do it. Finally, his
desire to cum like a man got the best of him. He rose from his seat and
moved to stand in front of Wilson. Looking up into the man's eyes, he moved
his hands to his belt. Randy closed his eyes, fumbled open his belt and
zipper and let his pants drop to his ankles. Reaching down, the boy pushed
his white jockeys to his knees.

"Lift up your shirt," Wilson said. Why do boys where all this loose stuff
that hides their bodies, the man thought.

Randy reached down and grabbed the hem of his baggy tee- shirt. He pulled
the shirt up to his little nipples.

Wilson wanted to whistle. He barely caught himself in time. The man looked
down at the boy's body exposed to his gaze. Randy wasn't the most beautiful
boy he'd ever seen, slightly stocky for the man's taste, but the little
dick was quite shapely. The boy's belly button was a perfect circle in his
soft skinned stomach and the patch between navel and cock looked silky
smooth and was totally hairless.

Hearing Randy hiss "Let's go!" snapped the man out of his reverie. Wilson
circled around to the boy's back. He lowered himself to his knees and slid
the shell and thongs over the boy's head bringing it down to cover the
little sexual organs. In front of his face were Randy's fleshy buttocks.
The thought of the virgin butt-hole nestled between those cheeks gave the
old man his first hard-on of the day. Now why didn't the Kimam do a little
ass-fucking, he thought.

Wilson tied the thong and stood to admire his work. As he rose, Randy once
again opened his eyes and looked down over his bunched up shirt at his
crotch. The shell was really pretty large and it covered him nicely. He'd
have to wear some tighter pants today to show off a little.

"All done," Wilson said. Randy quickly re-dressed himself.

"What do we do next," he asked the man.

"Just go about your day," Wilson replied. "Come back at four this
afternoon, and whatever you do, between now and then, do not, I repeat, do
not masturbate."



                         Chapter V: Randy recovers



Randy returned to Wilson's house precisely on the dot of four. Wilson
escorted him directly to the den. Randy knew what the table was for the
instant he saw it. "I suppose I'd better be naked, huh?" he asked his
neighbor.

"That would be best," Wilson replied.

Wilson bent and took a three foot length of black cotton out of the basket
beside the table. "What I want you to do is undress and lie on the table,"
he said. "If you think it would make it easier if you don't watch, then
drape this over your eyes. I'll wait outside if you want and you can call
me when you're ready."

"Yeah, I think that'd be good," Randy said, "at least the first time."

The man left the room and closed the door. A short while later he heard
Randy call and returned. The boy was behaving perfectly. Totally naked he
lay on the table. Wilson's eyes roamed up the boy's small body, pausing at
the little dick that stood hard from the boy's lap. It couldn't be more
than three inches long, Wilson thought. Poor kid!

Wilson continued his review. Once again noting the perfect navel, he let
his eyes linger on the boy's beautiful nipples. Thinking of all the places
he'd seen on the boy's body that he'd love to explore with his tongue, the
man once again cursed the Kimam for doing such a poor job with their
boy-growing rituals.

Randy's neighbor chuckled when he finally looked at Randy's face. The boy's
nose, eyes and most of his large forehead were covered with the black
cloth. But below the cloth, the boy's wide mouth was stretched open as far
as it would go.

"I think we can start with a little sperm rubbing today," Wilson said. "If
that seems to be working, we can go on to the other."

"OK," Randy said and closed his mouth. The boy's usually cocky nature was
hidden by the smallness of his voice.

Wilson positioned next to the boy's waist. He quietly unzipped and dropped
his pants. The sight of the boy's body had made him hard, so he had to
struggle a little to get his briefs down over the monster in his pants.
Wilson was proud of his equipment. Since he was nine (Randy wasn't off by
much), and had started growing hair, his crotch was the envy of every boy
in the small town where he grew up. As he'd traveled the world, he'd seen
an awful lot of dick, but none of it compared in his mind to the eleven
inch wonder he still loved to fondle.

Wilson stripped off his shirt to give himself an unimpeded view of his own
and Randy's dicks. He began fantasizing and stroking. Wilson's mind
produced an image of Randy on his knees on the table. Wilson's hands would
part the boy's fleshy, bubble butt and expose the man's real desire. He'd
lower his face to the boy's backside and sniff the musky, sweaty stench of
Randy's asscrack. He'd lave the boy's hole with his tongue. Oh, how he'd
make love to that tight, pink hole.

Wilson increased the pace of the hand flying back and forth on his hard
shaft. In his mind, he was lifting his face from the gleaming, spit covered
asshole of the boy on the table. He fantasized climbing onto the table and
positioning himself behind Randy. Randy would be whimpering, "Go slow,
Wilson, please, go slow."

The man would spit into his hand and coat his dick. Once wet, he'd shove
the head up to meet the puckered hole of the boy. The boy would be
squirming and moaning, knowing that what was to come would hurt him. Randy
would also know that the initial pain of entry would be replaced by
pleasure as Wilson's big dick massaged his prostate. Wilson would have
prepared the boy. In Wilson's mind, his dick was pressing hard against
Randy's tight little backside. The man couldn't get in. Wilson imagined
dropping his hands to Randy's hip and grabbing the boy firmly.

Wilson fantasized pulling Randy firmly back while shoving forward hard. The
boy would scream at the rough penetration. As Wilson heard the boy's scream
in his mind, the man pointed his dick at Randy's little package and came.

Wilson had always cum profusely and now was no exception. Randy's body
jumped as the first spurt of hot juice hit his hard dick at the base. He
lay still as blast after blast of the hot, gooey liquid coated his crotch.
Cum was running off the sides of his stomach and dripping between his legs.
He could feel dribbles coating his asshole making it tingle and twitch.
Finally, it seemed that Wilson had stopped. Randy heard the man say "It's
your turn, Randy."

Randy's hand went to his dick at once. There was a mess of slippery cum all
over his lower body, but he simply plunged in and whacked away. He felt
Wilson's hand on his stomach. The man was running his hand through the cum
then rubbing it up and down Randy's body. The hand reached his tits and the
slimy rubbing of the little disks sent the boy over the edge. He whipped
the cloth from his head and looked down at his little dick held firmly in
his hand. While he watched, four spurts of cum spat from his piss- slit and
arched up into the air to land on his stomach.

"It worked," Randy cried with joy. "Oh, Wilson, thank you! It really
worked!"



                     Chapter VI: Randy earns his gourd



Two weeks passed. Every day at four, Randy showed up at Wilson's to have
his lower body washed down with the man's copious load. And every day Randy
squirted a little more on his own.

Though he hadn't told Wilson, Randy was now jerking off twice a day. Once
in the morning and once with his old neighbor. The size of the boy's loads
was approaching respectability, and Randy had found himself overjoyed to
note that he needed a cum rag of his own. Wiping his stomach clean with
Mark's now favorite Bull's tee shirt had been a special joy for Brad.

But Randy was still uncomfortable about the size of his dick and his
complete lack of pubic hair. He decided that he'd ask Wilson about it.

"Well, the sperm rubbing's only the start of the magic," Wilson replied as
Randy undressed that day. Randy had long since become comfortable with
stripping in front of his neighbor. Though the boy didn't know it, his
daily strip show would always bring a rise to his mentor, making the
jack-off that followed all the easier for the man.

"You mean the drinking stuff, right?" said Randy.

"That's precisely what I was referring to, Taylor lad," Wilson replied. "Do
you think you're ready to try it?"

Randy thought about the embarrassment he felt showering after gym. He was
the only boy in the class still bald. Even Bruce, probably the nerdiest kid
in the whole school, not only had piles of black curly hair but a dick that
looked like he'd had transplanted from some large animal.

"Yeah, I wanna do it," the boy stated, "but I'm not gonna blow you."

Just another typical Taylor asshole, Wilson thought to himself. These boys
are going to grow up to be just like the jerk their father is.

"Just lay on the table like usual," Wilson said. "I think you'll know what
to do when the time comes."

Randy positioned himself on the table. Randy had dispensed with the
blindfold some time ago, and the thought that the boy was watching him pull
his big dick had made Wilson cum really quickly that first day. He was
afraid that today might be a pretty short affair too.

Wilson stood with his dick just above the boy's mouth. He reached down and
began to stroke his hard dick. He was looking down on Randy's face. The
boy's eyes were fixed on the head of Wilson's huge cock as it bobbed around
above his lips.

Wilson had been right about his ability to make this time last. The sight
of Randy's sensuous lips just below his dick was driving him mad. He longed
to simply jab the monster head into the boy's mouth. That'd bring a flush
to the boy's soft, full cheeks. Wilson would watch the boy's long eyelashes
flutter up, the boy's expression startled. He'd just keep jabbing until his
dick shoved down the boy's clenching throat.

Wilson's hips started to buck, involuntary twitches shooting through his
legs. He's close, Randy thought, here goes nothing.

Randy opened his mouth wide and Wilson suddenly shoved the tip of his dick
down to point it at the boy's gaping lips. The first blast of his juice hit
the boy's mouth with so much force that some of it splattered back and
caught on the boy's lips. Wilson shuddered in pleasure watching his cum
dribble down the boy's chin.

Randy felt Wilson's second blast slosh around with the cum still in his
mouth. Thinking that he wouldn't be able to contain the man's complete load
in his mouth, Randy started swallowing.

Randy was still swallowing some forty five seconds later, but a least
Wilson was only dribbling out a little bit now. He closed his mouth and
watched Wilson pump his dick to work the last of his juice out of his piss
slit. A drop appeared, and Randy heard Wilson command him to open his
mouth.

Wilson whipped his dick downward. The shaft slapped against the boy's cheek
and the head snapped over the boy's open mouth to release the last drop of
cum still hanging onto the man's dick.

Randy swallowed again.

"I need the towel," Randy said.

Wilson retrieved a clean towel and gave it to his neighbor. Watching the
big dick up close had made the boy really excited and he'd pulled himself
off while drinking Wilson's cum. Hope I'm not getting queer, Randy thought.
He quickly dressed and left.

Wilson sat, still naked, on the den couch. Well, that's it, the man
thought. Tomorrow morning that boy'll still be hairless and he'll give up
on all this silliness. I'll be lucky to stay out of jail, probably, he
thought. Still, he'd gotten into one of the Taylor boys in some fashion,
something he'd thought would never happen.

But Wilson was wrong. The next morning after adding a load to his little
brother's, now crusty, tee shirt, Randy scanned his pubes intently. Sure
enough, there was a hair. At that moment, Randy felt nothing but admiration
for the old man.

Randy showed up at four on the dot, and in response to the man's puzzled
look, dashed to the den dropping his clothes on the way. Wilson appeared at
the door as Randy was laying himself out on the table.

"You gotta see this," the boy said.

Wilson approached the table as the boy pulled his hand away from his
crotch. Stretched tightly between the boy's thumb and forefinger and his
now almost bald pubes was a single fine brown hair.

"Not bad," Wilson said, "but we have more work to do."

"Don't I know it," Randy replied. He lay back on the table and, opening his
mouth wide, licked his lips.

Wilson didn't need a second invitation and he was naked and pounding in no
time. But this time, as he started to cum, Randy startled his neighbor by
lifting his head and clamping his lips around the man's squirting tool.
Sucking and swallowing like mad, Randy took the second load of magic from
his mentor.

It still wasn't a blow job, but it was a lot more than Wilson ever thought
he'd get from a Taylor and the man was happy.

After drinking cum from Wilson for about three weeks, Randy stopped keeping
his four o'clock appointment. Wilson wasn't surprised, the boy had a couple
of fairly thick patches of pubic hair on either side of the base of his
dick and even a few little hairs on his ball-sac. The boy's dick had grown
as well, and was at least four inches long the last time Wilson saw it.
Wilson had dismantled the table in the den, knowing he wouldn't be needing
it again. And yet, Wilson had one more thing he wanted to do to the boy, so
when he saw Randy on his own one afternoon, he invited the boy in.

"How's it going, Randy?" Wilson asked.

"Oh, everything's fine," the boy responded. He was afraid that his neighbor
wanted to some more of that queer stuff with him and now that he'd gotten
what he wanted, Randy wasn't going to let the old faggot do anything more
with him.

"You know I've got something of yours here," Wilson continued.

What had he left at Wilson's, Randy thought. God, I hope it's not
underwear.

"I want you to stand up, drop your pants and close your eyes," the man
said.

"Uh, Wilson," Randy said, "I'm not doing any of that stuff with you
anymore."

"Do it!" his neighbor commanded.

Randy had never heard Wilson mad before and the man's abrupt demand kind of
shook the boy up. He stood and started undoing his belt as Wilson left the
room. Hell, he thought in his selfish Taylor way, if the old queer does
anything to me I'll call the cops on his ass.

Randy dropped his pants to the floor, then pushed his underwear down around
his knees. He looked up to see Wilson standing in the doorway with his
hands behind his back.

"Pull up your shirt and close your eyes," Wilson said to him.

Randy obeyed and heard Wilson move to position himself behind the boy. The
boy felt the man reach around his body grab hold of his flaccid dick and
point it up.

"Uh, Wilson." Randy started.

"Just wait, Randy," he heard Wilson say. "Patience is certainly something
the Taylor clan lacks."

Randy waited and felt something hard and dry encase his dick. Feeling a
string drawn tight around his waist, Randy opened his eyes and looked down.
Sprouting from his lap was a long, pointy tube, looking all the world like
Pinochio's nose. Randy knew it for what it was instantly, a Kimam penis
gourd.

"Uh, thanks, Wilson," Randy said. He was busy thinking the same thought
he'd had every other time that his neighbor had felt the need to give him
gifts. What the fuck am I going to do with this!

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