D AND HIS BROTHER
INCEST TALES 5
by DannyR (M/t, M/b, M/t/b, b/b, oral, anal, incest, pedo)
Copyright 2005. All rights reserved.
DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality. This story is a fantasy. It didn't happen. Never will. And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 1
My first thought was that I was so fucking dead. Me, I’m fourteen, 5’ 11”, 175 pounds (guys in my family grow up fast and big), and the school bully. I’m on the floor in my little brother’s room, my greasy dick in the mouth of Neil, my brother’s eight-year-old best friend, getting cleaned off after fucking the kid. And my eight-year-old brother is on the floor, too, with his six-inch cock buried up Neil’s asshole. And my dad is standing in the doorway, with only his boxers on, and asking what the fuck was going on in here.
My second thought was, “Holy shit!” when I realized Dad was smiling and his dick was poking through the hole in his shorts, nice and hard. Rick was just like frozen with his cock shoved up Neil’s butt. He looked over his shoulder and I could see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open, not just because he was seeing dad’s dick hard for the first time, but the size of the damned thing. Fuck, it was bigger than mine, and I’m at eight damned fat inches. And it was drippin’ precum, too.
Dad just stood there for a bit, looking at the three of us, and none of us were moving, although Neil was squirming like he was finding it hard to breathe, which was possible since for some reason I hadn’t gone soft and I was pretty far down his not virgin thanks to me throat. Then dad was pulling down his boxers, stepping out of them. He walked over to us, told Rick to get fucking again, and then he was straddling the two little boys who were fucking, his cock right in front of my face.
“You like fucking young stuff, Ahmad?” Yeah, yeah, my Dad’s Mexican, my mom’s Iranian, so somehow I got the Arab name and my brother got the Latin one, Ricardo.
“Yeah, dad. It really gets me hot.” Fuck, couldn’t hurt to tell the truth when your dad’s cock is leaking precum on a well-fucked little boy’s head...the same head that’s sucking your still-hard cock. That’s not exactly a signal he’s gonna be pissed off with you.
“Me, too, son. So why don’t you get my cock good ‘n wet, and we can get started.”
Get started? Good and wet? Dad wanted me to suck his dick? No way. No fucking way.
I only got the word “no” out of my mouth before the slap from dad’s big hand knocked me back against the bed, almost making me pull my cock away from Neil’s hot lips.
The sound was loud enough to wake mom up and call out, but dad just told her to go back to sleep, that I needed some discipline. That shut mom up. Not that dad beat us bloody or anything, but he didn’t stand for any back talk, and my butt cheeks had the pain memory to swear to that. I held very still, my back against the bed, one hand on my cheek.
“Pull your cock out of Neil’s mouth.”
I did. Dad said, “Neil, if we let you up are you gonna be quiet?”
Neil said, “Yessir,” all one word real fast.
Dad told Rick to pull out of Neil, and then for the three of us to get on our knees, facing away from him, and bent over. I was stupid enough to open my fucking mouth to protest, but at 6’4” and 200 pounds or so, Dad was more than strong enough to get my attention. Which he did with a slap on the other cheek. I’m a bully, but not totally stupid. Sometimes it takes two whacks upside my head for me to catch on. I got down on my knees with Neil on my right, Rick on the other side of him, and bent over, my butt in the air just like theirs.
Dad’s big, rough hands began playing with our asses, one hand each on Rick’s and mine. I guess he was doing the same to Rick as he was to me, squeezing my ass cheeks and rubbing his thumb against my hole. I hadn’t planned on losing my ass cherry, not just for a while, but like forever. But it was starting to look like Dad had other plans for me. He stopped after a bit, and then told Rick ‘n me to pay attention. We squirmed around so we could sit kind of cross-legged while Dad played with Neil’s hot little hole.
Dad’s big thumbs slid into Neil’s slick boy cunt one at a time, sliding in on my cum and the kid’s ass juices. Then he reached over to get the jar of Vaseline, pulled out a glob, and greased up that huge dad cock of his. Christ, that fucker had to be nine inches long, maybe more. He sat back on his haunches right behind Neil. His rod was sticking almost straight up, when he made Neil stand up, back between his legs, and then squat over his cock.
Rick and I were both playing with our cocks while we watched the little fag boy start to get fucked. Neil’s mouth opened wide, and his eyes did, too, when Dad’s ass-stretcher pushed past his wet, puffy ass ring. Then Dad clamped a hand around Neil’s mouth and with his other arm just forced Neil all the way down on Dad’s meat, until those tiny butt cheeks were against Dad’s hairy crotch, and his legs splayed out in front of him. From the expression in Neil’s eyes I think he was kinda screaming, but Dad’s hand kept him quiet.
For a couple of minutes Dad just sat there with Neil impaled on his rod, one hand clamped over the little boy’s mouth, the other one twisting and pulling on his little kid tits, and then moving down to Neil’s little prick. I don’t think Neil was hard with either me or Rick fuckin’ him, but with his skinny little legs spread wide over Daddy’s thighs, we could see how hard he got, ‘n how fast, too, just from getting his tits worked on, and he kinda whimpered when Dad started in on his boyprick. He wasn’t hung like us, just a tiny eight-year-old bald little cock, real thin, maybe a couple of inches long.
Dad pulled Neil back against his chest, and kinda whispered in his ear. “You know your daddy told me that if you needed discipline for any reason it was okay, don’t you?” Neil nodded as much as he could. “Well, I’m gonna spank the shit outa you, little boy, unless you promise me to keep quiet about this. You got that?”
There were tears in Neil’s eyes, but he nodded.
Dad let go of Neil’s mouth, grabbed hold of the kid’s waist and then just started bouncing the little boy up and down on his greasy fat cock. Jesus-fuckin’-Christ but that little boyhole was bein’ stretched by my old man’s dick.
Dad looked at me, still keeping up a steady pounding ass-stroke in Neil’s ravaged hole, and told me to suck Neil’s cock. My opinion of bein’ a cocksucker musta showed on my face, but lucky for me, Dad doesn’t mind the opinion inside your head. It’s what comes out your mouth that counts with him. I was awfully damned sure I was gonna get my ass fucked real soon, and if I gave Dad any more lip, he’d damned sure rip me another asshole with that meat of his.
I got my mouth on Neil’s cock real fast. Outa the corner of my eye, I saw Rick smirking, and figured I’d get back at him real good later, but Dad wiped the smirk off his face when he told Rick to get behind me and start eating out my ass. I was still gonna get the little shit later, after all, that’s what being a bigger tougher older brother is all about, but for now, goddamn but it felt good when his soft tongue began working my hole.
I didn’t have any experience being a cocksucker, and didn’t plan on using my new knowledge anywhere down the line, well, except if Dad decided I was going to, but you don’t need a lot of experience to get your mouth around a couple-inch skinny boycock...and his hairless tiny balls, too. I was licking and slurping on them while Dad was almost making Neil fuck my face the way he bounced the kid up and down. And meanwhile, back at my raunchy asshole, Rick had his face buried between my cheeks and his tongue way up inside me. Fuck but that felt good. I was gonna make sure Rick got plenty of practice doin’ that when Dad wasn’t around.
I musta been doin’ something right with Neil’s prick because all of a sudden he starts moaning and quivering and his whole little body starts shaking, and he’s whimpering and then he’s fucking thrashing around like there’s a goddamn earthquake going on. Daddy clamps his hand on Neil’s mouth again, just to keep his high-pitched little squeals inside the room, and starts slamming Neil down to the root of that thick dad cock real hard and fast and then one really hard ram up inside the kid, Dad kinda grunted, ‘n said, “Oh fuck! baby boy, cummin’...cummin’ up your fuckin’ tight little hole.”
Neil sorta passed out for a coupla seconds, while Dad lifted him off his meat. Dad’s real strong, so it wasn’t difficult for him to hold Neil up, spreading his legs and giving me a good and close look at Neil’s puffy, swollen asshole, his pucker gaping and oozing Dad’s cum. Dad slid a thick thumb up inside Neil’s hole, and pulled it out, all slick with man cum and teen cum and ass juices. He didn’t say anything but I knew I didn’t have much choice when he put his thumb at my lips, I just sucked on it until it was nice and clean. Dad got up then, and put Neil on his back on the bed, holding his little legs up, and spread wide.
“Get my cum back for me, son,” Dad said, looking right at me.
I thought I’d learned my lesson, but my mouth wasn’t paying much attention to my mind. I heard myself say I wasn’t gonna do no fag shit like sucking ass.
I was only out for a coupla seconds, I guess, Dad musta pulled the punch, but fuck my jaw was going to be sore for a while. And I’d have to take some ribbing from the guys about walking into a door and getting a bruise. But my mouth was on the little boy’s butthole in no time at all, my tongue shoving up inside his soft little hole, slurping and sucking even harder than Rick had been doing on my butt. Actually...it tasted kinda good though I’d be fucked...well, shit, I was gonna be fucked...if I told them I liked it. Like Dad told me, I got all the cum out that I could and kept it in my mouth.
I liked the taste of Dad’s cum in my mouth, salty and strong, but I’d probably be out for a week, or in a coma or something, if I disobeyed him four times in one day. So I just knelt by the bed and breathed easy while Dad turned Neil over, and got him up on the edge of the bed doggy style, his feet a little over the side, his white asscheeks shining with sweat and spit. From the look on little Neil’s face when Dad got him into position, he’d thought getting fucked by Dad meant he was done...but Dad had other ideas.
“Rick, you wanta fuck little fag-boy here again? Slide your cock up his tight little pussy?” Rick nodded real quick, and was smart enough to keep his mouth shut when Dad told him to get Neil’s hole sloppy wet with spit, and then drop some spit on his own cock. When hole and cock were ready, Dad pulled Neil’s cheeks apart and watched close as Rick guided his hard prick to the pucker and gently pushed the head in.
“You some kinda pussy, son?” Dad asked. “If you’re gonna fuck, you fuck him good and hard.” And with that Rick just shoved the whole length of his thick boy cock right up Neil’s quivering hole. Neil musta started likin’ it, or else he was gettin’ used to it, ‘cause he only whimpered while he was gettin’ crammed full.
“You fucked your brother yet?” Dad asked, looking at me.
With a mouthful of dad cum, I couldn’t exactly speak, so I shook my head. “Well then, why don’t you slick up his pretty little hole with all that cum and shove his cunt full of your cock?”
I’d been almost hard, but that got me to full staff right away. Fucking two virgins in one night. Fuckin’ all right! While I was concentrating on that thought, I carefully didn’t think about the rest of it...like the fact there was one virgin butthole in the room, well, maybe two if Dad had never been fucked and I couldn’t see that ever happening...but only one other virgin ass was gonna get reamed tonight, and there was no doubt who that was gonna be. I mean, shit, little Neil is getting fucked by my eight-year-old brother, I’m fucking him...which leaves my asshole wide open—or it soon would be—for Dad.
I shoved Rick forward, bending him over Neil, and shoved my face between his cheeks. He smelled kinda funky since he hadn’t showered before we all went to bed, and pretty soon I made a cummy, spit-slick mess of his butt and his hole; my own face felt slick too with all those juices. I was leaking precum real hard so I smeared some of that on my dickhead, and following Dad’s advice I got my cock lined up with Rick’s hole, reached around to get my hand over his mouth, and then shoved in hard and fucking fast, spreading his hot hole wide until my balls were banging his butt cheeks.
Rick was going like “mmph, mmph, mmph” under my hand, plus a real shrill scream, and then he gasped and slumped. Christ he was as hot and tight as little Neil had been. Fucking eight-year-old boy pussy was really hot, brother or not. Or maybe ‘specially ‘cause it was my brother. I rotated my hips, making my prick circle inside his ass sheath, and then slowly started to fuck him, just a little at a time. Dad didn’t care if I fucked Rick, which meant I probably wouldn’t be spending too much time in my room at night, at least not until I’d used my brother’s ass a couple of times to get my rocks off. Or maybe his mouth, yeah, he had kinda sweet lips; I could give him enough practice to make him a real good cocksucker. For a minute or two I was off in a dream world, planning all the great fucks to come, forgetting the main fuck I was about to be involved in.
That’s when I felt the wide and greasy head of Dad’s cock nudging at my hole. Two massive hands spread my ass cheeks wide so he could get into position, and it was like just a bit of the head of his cock was pushing against my tight virgin pucker. One hand came around to hold my mouth shut, but I shook my head, and Dad just put both hands on my hips. If I had to bite my goddamned tongue off I was going to take Dad bustin’ my ass cherry like a stud, and not some screaming pussy fag.
I almost didn’t make it.
Lookin’ at a prick that thick and long is one thing. Watching it punch into and spread some little kid’s asshole is another. You think you know what it can do, but shit, until you’ve had nine or so inches of mancock that’s a couple inches wide shoved up your asshole in one stroke, long, hard, fast and deep, you got no idea...no...fucking...idea. I managed not to scream but the pain was even worse than I thought it was going to be, like a fucking knife slicing up my insides.
And then he pulled it all the way out. I felt like my hole was stretched wide enough to run oil down the goddamn Alaskan pipeline, and Dad musta thought so, too, and thought it was a good idea to fill the pipeline with something other than oil...like dad cock. He did. Only a second or so and he punched right back inside me. And then he did it again. And again. And again. Five, six, seven times he’d pull his meat out of me, wait a second and then slam it back inside. I was quivering with pain, seeing stars, and getting hotter than I’d ever been, hotter than fucking little Neil, hotter than because I was fucking my own little brother.
Dad rammed in again and this time held his dick inside me, buried deep and making my ass muscles twitch around his meat. “You guys know what a food chain is?”
When Dad asks a question, his tone of voice tells you he expects an answer. Even Neil picked up on that and said “no” in a soft shaky voice, only it was different sounding from earlier. I could feel Rick moving his cock in and out of Neil’s little hairless boy hole, just like I was doing to my own brother’s tiny hairless hole, and it sure the fuck sounded like Neil was enjoying his fucking. Rick said he didn’t either. Dad reached around and started working my tits good and hard, letting me start to fuck myself on his wide prick while I said, “Yeah, big fish eat the little fish.”
“Right, son.” Dad rewarded me with a couple of long, slow strokes that left me gasping. “That means I’m the top of the food chain here, guys, and guess who’s at the bottom?”
“M...me?” Neil piped up.
“Yeah, kid,” Dad said. “You’re gonna suck Rick, or Ahmad or me, whenever we want, or spread your little ass. And you’re not gonna tell anybody you’re our little fag pussy boy, are you?”
“N...no, sir.”
“Good. Rick, you use Neil as much as you want, or any of your little buddies you’re strong enough to take, but if Ahmad wants you, you fucking well take his cock just like he tells you. And if he wants one of the other little kids, you make sure he gets what he wants. Understand?”
Rick’s “yes” was kind of a moan because I was working his tiny boy-tits just like Dad was doing to me, and with the feel of my meat in and out of his butt, he was really getting off on it.
“Ahmad, you can use anybody you can take, but the same deal goes...if I tell you you’re gonna get fucked the only thing you say is to ask what position. Or better yet, just get on your knees and spread those cheeks.”
“Oh, Christ yes, Daddy,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe how hot it was to have Dad filling my butt with his cock. And he was starting to move it faster now...we all were. I was beginning to lose it, a little, but not enough that I wasn’t thinking about how much fun I was gonna have. There were a couple of Rick’s friends that were going to get fucked real soon, and there was this sixteen-year-old I’d see around, smaller than me, kind of a nerd, skinny white boy, but he had his own car. I figured once I’d raped his ass silly, got him used to getting plowed or sucking my cock, and wanting it real bad, he could drive me around wherever I wanted to go. Yeah, make him watch in the rearview mirror while I fucked some little kid in the back seat and he was wishin’ it was him gettin’ cock-stuffed.
Just like I was gettin’ cock-stuffed right then. Goddamn, but Dad throws a mean fuck. He was plowing my ass hard and deep and fast, just like I was doin’ to Rick, just like Rick was doin’ to little Neil. We were movin’ faster and faster when all of a sudden Neil lets out another of his high-pitched squeals and starts thrashing around in an even bigger dry orgasm, which sets Rick off, his ass muscles clampin’ down real hard on my cock, and all of a sudden I’m pumping his butthole full of teen cream, and Dad is shootin’ so much stuff up my shitter it starts leakin’ out around the base of his cock, soaking his pubes and my butt crack.
When we’re all done, we pull out of the assholes we’re in, and Dad has Rick and me take turns sitting on Neil’s face so he can suck out all the cum...and then use it to slick up Dad’s cock again. We each lay on one side of Neil, who was now on his back, his legs held up and wide by me and Rick while we watched Dad fuck the little boy one more time. I think the kid came three times before Dad shot his final load for the night.
Dad had me suck his and Rick’s cum out of Neil’s ass, and swallow it...he said he wanted me to start getting used to the taste of cum, especially his...while Rick cleaned our Dad’s cock. Then Rick had Neil get in bed with him, probably to make it easier for him to fuck his friend in the morning, while Dad pulled his kind of messy boxers back on. As he got to the door, he asked me if I knew Malcolm, a black kid about nine or ten years old, who lived a few blocks away.
I said “yes” and a knowing look passed between us. I figured it was my job to help get the kid over here so Dad could have first crack at that hot little ass. Hey, I’d have to take sloppy seconds, but using Dad’s cum to lube up a little boy’s ass for fucking was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. And although I wouldn’t admit it out loud...bad for the bully image...if I was real lucky, Dad would fuck me long and hard while I was doing Malcolm. Yeah!
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 2
Hey, you! Yeah, I mean you. The guy staring at the computer screen, one hand on the mouse, the other hand on your dick. If you haven’t read the earlier stuff, so you know who’s who, too fucking bad. I don’t have the time to get you up to speed.
Okay, okay, stop whining. I’m 14, 5’ 11”, 175, and a fuckin’ bully with 8 inches of fat meat. Got the pic?
Now can I get on with the good stuff?
So anyway, getting Sam, the nerd, was fucking easy...or rather, easy fucking.
I don’t believe in fancy plots, mainly ‘cause I can’t think of ‘em. Besides, bullies don’t need to plan, they just take what they want. And I wanted Sam’s teen ass pussy. Well, not really, but I figured I might as well enjoy it if I had to use it to get what I wanted...transportation. He was a sophomore, I was still in junior high, so it wasn’t gonna be easy to get to him during the day. But I’d seen him at the mall a couple of times on Saturdays, so I figured that’s where I’d nail him, or at least start the nailing process.
The next Saturday morning, Dad was just sliding his cock into Rick’s asshole when I opened the door from the bathroom into Rick’s room.
What? Jesus, man, you are such a fucking wuss. Rick is my brother. He’s eight. He’s got a six-inch dick ‘cause my family develops early. And don’t give me that players ‘n scorecard shit just ‘cause you’re too fucking lazy to go read the before stuff. Okay, okay, dad’s dock is nine plus inches and thicker than mine. You satisfied now? You gonna shut the fuck up and read and jerk, y’jerk?
My cock was instantly hard, but I knew if I joined in I’d have to wait another week, and I was hoping I’d get lucky and get some transportation set up today. So I told Dad there was some skinny white ass I felt like fucking if that was okay with him. He just grunted as he shoved more of his thick meat up Rick’s own tiny butt. Dad had fucked Rick only once after our fun and games with Neil, so the kid wasn’t used to all that prick; he was still having a bit of difficulty with mine. What a fucking turn on hearing your little brother whimper and squirm while your dad’s prick is shoving its way into his tiny hole.
I couldn’t resist. Asking for Dad’s okay with a glance, I reached down, and felt up my Dad, right where his wide meat was stretching Rick’s little butt. Dad squeezed the bulge in my crotch, reached around to press a thick finger against the faded jeans I was wearing, pushing it into my hole. But I had my own ass cunt to find. I smiled at Dad, and left.
I was in luck. Sam was already there. I watched him for a while, noticing how he kept trying to join groups of guys from school, but pretty soon they wandered away, leaving him alone. Shit, the stupid prick couldn’t even get girls to talk to him. One other thing I noticed, he sure seemed to have to go to the john an awful lot, and he wasn’t drinking a hell of lot to make him have to piss that much. On his third or fourth trip to the john, after making sure no one I knew from school was around, I followed him in. He was standing at one of the urinals, kind of pressed up against it, his right hand holding his prick.
I took the urinal next to him, ignoring the kind of surprised look on his face as he recognized me. Standing a little back, I unzipped, plopped out my half-hard meat, stroked it a little, started pissing, my thumb massaging the top of my cock. He looked at my prick out of the corner of his eyes, and when I kept right on kinda playin’ with myself, he backed his hips up a little so his hard thin cock was visible. I pretended to suddenly be aware of what he was doing.
“What the fuck!” I glared at him. “You some kinda faggot beatin’ your meat while lookin’ at me, Sam?”
He gulped, started trying to fumble his hardon back in his pants and get the hell outa there. He didn’t have any luck, ‘cause I grabbed his right arm with my left hand. I cut off the flow of piss, turned to face him.
“Yeah, you are a fuckin’ faggot, ain’t ya, Sam?” I shook his arm, squeezed it kinda hard. He looked scared and desperate, ‘cause I look like a mean motherfucker when I’m mad, and I outweighed him by about forty, fifty pounds. “Ya know what, Sam, I’m kinda glad you are ‘cause I wanta cum, and your mouth’ll be a fuckin’ lot better than beatin’ my meat.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and shoved him down to his knees, fast and hard, too surprised to resist. He was face to prick in no time. He licked his lips, looking frightened. Only not of sucking dick. “Wh...what if someone comes in?” He glanced nervously toward the door. We weren’t in sight if someone walked in, but past one wall and there we were...eight or nine urinals, a bunch of stalls...and me with a skinny white boy on his knees in front of my meat...and then with his mouth on it. I grabbed Sam’s head with my left hand, held my prick to his mouth with my right, and pushed.
“Then I guess ya better make it fast, fag. I’m not the one suckin’ young teen cock. Probably arrest you for makin’ me a delinquent or something.”
He just opened his mouth, though, as soon as he felt my oozing cockhead on it...and fuckin’ swallowed me down. His nose was buried in my pubes and his tongue was working my cock like crazy. Goddamn but blowjobs were good! And he was even better at it than Neil or Rick. Of course, they were doin’ it because they didn’t have much choice, but seems Sam here was really liking it. I put my hands on the side of his head and pulled his mouth slowly off my meat. He reached up, kinda fumbled with his glasses and managed to get ‘em off and tuck ‘em into his jacket. Good thinking. Don’t want anything gettin’ in the way of my gettin’ off real good.
For all my smart comments, I really didn’t want to get my ass busted and hauled down to wherever it is they take fucked-up juveniles. So I started fucking his face good and hard, holding his head steady. He fought just a little, ‘n then all of a sudden it was kinda like air goin’ out of a balloon, ‘cause his whole body went limp. Except for his thin meat. That was standing up hard and bright red, stickin’ out of his pants. He was usin’ his left hand to hold onto my leg for balance, but when he moved his right down to his dick, I told him to stop, that he couldn’t cum until I told him it was okay.
Like...what the fuck was I going to do if he went ahead and jacked off anyway? Like I was going to punish him by stopping the face-fuck? Not blowing my load? I don’t think so.
But he did what I told him.
Fuckin’ all right!
I really started working his mouth, punching in and out fast and hard, telling him what a fucking cum slut cocksucker he was, just a mouth to dump a hot load of cum in, how if he sucked real good maybe I’d let him have the privilege of getting his ass reamed by my meat. He couldn’t move his head much I was holding on so tight, but damn he could moan and whimper around my prick. And even with my limited experience since Dad caught me and Rick fucking Neil last week, I could tell he was fucking turned on. So was I. I blasted my load of hot juice down his throat, making him gulp to keep up with it all.
When I decided I was through, I started to pull out but he didn’t want to let me, the eager little shit cocksucker. But I pulled out anyway, and he rested back on his heels, his cock still hard and oozing. He looked up at me with this...weird...fucking expression. Then down at his dick.
“You don’t think I’m gonna blow you, do you, queer boy?”
Sam’s voice was real quiet and he didn’t look up at me. “No, sir.”
Sir?
“Well, then, whadda ya want?” Shit, this was gettin’ weird. I’m all dressed, and there’s this thin white boy who probably can’t even see me without those glasses, kneeling in front of me with a hardon. And calling me “sir” like I was his dad or somethin’.
“Whatever you want, sir.”
Whatever I want? Fuck, this kid was even farther down Dad’s food chain, without even having to explain it to him.
“Whatever I want?” Sometimes I’ve got to ask a couple times to understand.
“Yes, sir.” ‘n he still wasn’t looking at me.
Okay, I guess I’d see how far this would go. I moved a couple steps, told him to shift around so he was facing the entrance, and then told him to jack off real fast. He fuckin’ did! He didn’t shoot a hell of a lot, although the first shot went up pretty high and then fell back down on his pants; the rest of it just oozed out of his slit and onto his fingers. I told him it was okay to lick his cum off his fingers, get up and put his cock away. He did.
So there we were, him standin’ there lookin’ at the floor, a cum stain on his pants...and me tryin’ to figure out what the fuck to do next. I mean, Sam was standin’ there like he didn’t have a clue, no mind, just waitin’ for orders. I heard the door open and I got an idea. Really find out what he’d do. I asked him if he had to piss, and he just nodded yes. I stepped away from him real quick, like we weren’t with each other. ‘n then I told him to piss, right where he was, and when he was done, get some fries in the food court, eat ‘em, and then go home and get cleaned up.
He blinked, and his eyes got kinda funny and almost teary, like he was gonna ask me not to do this. Instead, he just bit his lip, like he was thinkin’ real hard. ‘n then, just when he started pissing in his pants, and he musta finally had to go bad, ‘cause the piss started staining and spreading real fast, this father and son...I guess...walked in. And stopped with their mouths open.
The little boy pointed at Sam and said, “Daddy, he’s pissing himself.”
“Uh, yeah, son, yeah.” Daddy didn’t look like he was sure whether he should turn around and get the hell out, or do what they came in to do. Guess they had to go too bad. He turned the kid around, kinda pushed him in the direction of the kiddy-level urinal, and then stepped up to one himself, but he still kept lookin’ over at pissed-up Sam with his new hardon showing through the wet pants. He pulled out a real impressive piece of meat, not as big as my Dad’s, and just held it there like he was trying to piss. Except he was standin’ far enough back from the pisser, kinda angled toward Sam ‘n me a little bit, for us to see his dick plumping up.
I just grinned at him, groped my own hardon a little, and then mouthed, “Sorry, dude, gotta go.” He looked disappointed, and his cock was more than half hard. As I walked toward the exit I looked down at the kid. He’d dropped his jeans, and I could see this really hot pair of round, pale buns. Damn, but that looked like a nice ass to shove my hard meat up inside. I wondered if Daddy was dicking his boy.
Sam was trailing me, and when we got to the door, I told him to wait a little before coming out. And told him after he got cleaned up to drive over to my house and pick me up. He just whispered “Yes, sir.”
I didn’t stick around to see the fun...watch Sam get all humiliated about having to parade around the mall in pissed-in jeans, with everyone watching the nerdy little fag. I headed home to tell Dad what had happened.
Whatever I want, huh?
I began to get some fun ideas.
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 3
Aw, fuck, you’re back again. Y’know, everybody else just reads the stories as they come out so they know all the before crap, and don’t waste my time. So what’s your fuckin’ problem? I know you read the last story, so that means you goddamn well don’t need a refresher course. ‘nless your memory is as puny as your dick. Oh, it’s your friend who’s online this time? Right, right, and just like you he wants his porn on a platter, no fuckin’ effort at all. Okay, you get this much: Like I said the last fucking time and the fucking time before that, I’m 14, 5’ 11”, 175, and a fuckin’ bully with 8 inches of fat meat. Half Arab, half Latin.
Now, y’gonna keep distractin’ me, or do you wanna know about Malcolm?
Kinda thought so.
Malcolm answered the door almost naked. I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes. He was slender, but with a little bit of a tummy, his skin a warm Hershey’s chocolate color. He had real dark nickel-sized tits that stuck up, and all he was wearing was a pair of baggy shorts that reached his knees...and it looked like there was a hardon or part of one under the shorts! What the fuck?
He wasn’t all that tall, so it wasn’t real far for him to look at my crotch, and the very visible hardon that that had surged up in my jeans the moment I saw him, the moment I had an image of ripping those shorts off, bending him over something, anything, spitting on my cock and spearing his tight virgin hole. He stared at my meat, getting a kinda funny look on his face before he looked up at me.
“Uh...Rick wondered if you might wanta come over to...uh...play. I was headin’ over in this direction so I said I’d ask for him, drive you back.”
“You drivin’ at 14, ‘mahd?”
“Naw, got a friend who runs me around when I need it. See, he’s out there waiting.” I gestured with my head and Malcolm peeked around me to see Sam sitting in the car. I don’t know if Malcolm noticed Sam’s right arm moving, but I did. I’d told Sam to jack off but not cum while I was gone.
“K. Haveta ask my dad, though. C’mon in.”
I stepped inside, he shut the door behind me, then walked in front of me. He took a step or two, then stopped, and with his left hand pulled the elastic band of his shorts out and down, while with his right he reached behind him, like he was scratching his ass or his asshole. I got a good look at the upper part of two beautiful, perfectly round, bubble buttcheeks. He pulled his shorts back up and used his right hand out of my sight to do something; if it was me, I’d have been straightening my hard cock out, so maybe he was, too. Then he looked over his shoulder...first at my hard cock again, his eyes slightly widening and a smile appearing on his lips. I glanced down. Fuck. There was a really noticeable precum stain on my jeans.
“You better ask him, ‘mahd.” I nodded and followed Malcolm down the hall, around the corner.
When we walked into the room Malcolm’s dad used as an office, I stopped just behind Malcolm, standing in the doorway with my mouth open. His dad was sitting in a swivel chair, turned toward the door...stark, fucking naked. And with a huge goddamn hardon standin’ up between his legs, with large balls sagging down to the chair. And his meat was all shiny like it was greased up. He was as surprised as I was and for a second he was kinda frozen in place. Like me.
Before he had a chance to do anything, though, Malcolm giggled. “ ‘s okay, dad. ‘mahd’s been fucking his little brother.”
“What?” his dad and I both half-shouted.
Malcolm just giggled again, tugged on the shorts, and they slid down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and turned so we could both see him in profile. He was hard, a good six thin inches with a wide flaring head, sticking out from his hairless crotch. “Rick told me, dad, me ‘n him are best friends.”
His dad and I didn’t have much to say right then, watching this little nine-year-old play with his cock. “Can I go over to Rick’s when we’re done?” he asked his father.
His dad’s face showed he clearly made a quick decision. “Yeah, if you’re good.”
Malcolm just smiled and then scrambled up on his dad’s lap, turning to face me. His dad held that fat dadcock upright while Malcolm lowered himself on it, not grunting or straining or anything, just taking it right up his butthole in one long steady stroke. His dad looked over at me with a contented smile on his face...what father wouldn’t with his cock buried up the tight ass of his nine-year-old little boy? “You gonna watch or you want to join? Malc is a damned good cocksucker.”
“Fuck, yeah,” I said. I quickly walked over, stood between his dad’s legs and got my cock out of my jeans with a little bit of difficulty. The little boy licked the dripping precum from my slit and then swooped down on my meat, swallowing most of it with no problems. Shit, this little kid was good, just like his dad said. Malcolm’s dad was raising and lowering the boy on that dad meat, but the kid didn’t miss a stroke on my cock. I glanced to my left at the computer screen on the desk, which I hadn’t been able to see from the door.
I almost came right then. It was a slideshow of pictures...dirty pictures...really dirty pictures. Young teen boys with hardly any hair around their cocks, sucking mandick, having thick mancock shoved up their buttholes, and some with even younger kids, like Malcolm and Rick, naked, hairless, tiny hard little pricks, eagerly licking on teen cock or man cock, grinning as thick manmeat spreads their little asses. Wow! I put my hands on the sides of Malcolm’s head, started fucking his face good after getting the okay from his dad.
What a fucking turnon. Looking over at the computer screen with young kids sucking and fucking, looking down at most of my eight inches sliding in and out of a nine-year-old boy’s wide-spread mouth, looking at the lust-filled expression on the face of his father as he bounced his son roughly up and down on his cock. Then I had an idea.
“Uh, sir.” I was real polite. Malcolm’s dad wasn’t as big as mine, but he was plenty big and strong, and I didn’t want to piss him off. “You mind if I bring Sam in? He’s the guy waitin’ in the car for me, jackin’ himself off ‘cause I told him to.”
Malcolm’s dad considered for a second. “He cool?”
“Oh shit, yeah. He knows I’ll beat the shit outa him if he ain’t.”
“Okay.”
“Just don’t cum yet, huh?”
“Okay.”
I half-walked, half-ran back to the door, my hard prick leading the way, the air rapidly cooling the spit from Malcolm’s sucking. I opened the door, yelled out, “Hey, Sam!” He turned his head, his mouth falling almost to the dashboard. “Get your ass in here...just like you are!”
I could see the “oh shit oh fuck” expression on his face, since he had his cock out and hard if he’d been following orders, and he fucking well knew what would happen if he didn’t. But he did it anyway, though he musta set some sorta speed record for the car-to-house-with-hardon-out dash. Once inside, I told him to strip and leave his clothes laying there.
He followed me back into the office and gasped when he saw what awaited us. Malcolm was leaning back on his dad’s broad chest, holding his legs up so we could get a clear view of that fat prick sliding in and out of his greasy little hole. I got out of my own clothes real quick and walked over to the fucking dad and son. Sam trailed after me, gasping again and playing with himself real fast when he saw the pictures on the screen.
“Malcolm givin’ you a good fuck, sir?” I asked his dad.
His “yeah” was more of a grunt than a word, as he sat up more in the chair so that Malcolm could get back to cocksucking while his little ass was getting reamed by dadcock. “I been trainin’ Sam here, sir. He’s pretty good himself at sucking cock, and cleaning up after. Okay if he sucks your boy?”
Another grunt and I pushed Sam down to his knees. I moved to one side to straddle one leg, so Malcolm turned his head to be able to swallow me down. Sam crawled between the widespread legs and eagerly gulped down the boyprick. I told Sam whatever he did he couldn’t cum until I said it was okay, and he nodded quickly, increasing the pleasure for Malcolm.
Fuck, all I was plannin’ on doin’ was gettin’ Malcolm over to the house so I could figure out a way for my dad to get his meat up the little boy’s ass, and instead, I was watching Malcolm get fucked by his own father, while Malcolm was sucking my prick and getting sucked by Sam. I was too hot, couldn’t make it last. I grabbed Malcolm’s head and started shoving my cock in and out really fast and hard. Malcolm moaned around my meat, part because of what I was doing but part because I could tell his dad was starting to fuck him really fast and hard, too. Sam hardly had to do any work at all, but he was doing it eagerly.
We started heading for a great cum pretty quick. Sam musta been doin’ a pretty good job of sucking for someone so new at it, because all of a sudden Malcolm clamped his lips down damned hard on my meat and started squirming and writhing and thrashing about. That set his dad off who raised and lowered him with a couple more really hard thrusts before jabbing the full length of his thick staff up his boy’s hole and blasting him with cum, at the same time I was filling the boy’s throat and belly with my own load.
When we all calmed down, Malcolm’s dad lifted his son carefully off his meat, then turned him around so he was kneeling on his dad’s thighs, his widely-gaping boypussy oozing cum and assjuices. I pushed Sam’s face into Malcolm’s ass, made him lick and suck every drop of cum out of the boy’s butthole. “You want your dick cleaned, sir? Sam here does a real good job.”
Malcolm’s dad stood up, his wide, almost hard prick waving in front of him. Sam opened his mouth, and Malcolm’s dad slid that fat meat right in, greased by his own cum and Sam’s spit. Sam just kept swallowing and swallowing and pretty soon it was obvious the dadcock was lodged right in Sam’s throat. All of a sudden, Sam’s eyes got real wide and he started swallowing for real, and fast, too.
Malcolm’s dad was pissing down his throat.
Sam didn’t like drinking piss the way he was starting to like drinking gism, but he was learning. And from the way he kept frigging his prick, squatting back on his haunches, drinking piss outta Malcolm’s dad wasn’t a turn off. After a moment or two, Malcolm’s dad slid his meat back a bit so he was resting inside Sam’s mouth, and continued pissing. Sam’s cheeks bulged and then flattened out as he filled up, gulped down, filled up, gulped down, and kept right on jacking.
“You gotta piss, son?”
Malcolm shook his head no, but I did. I stepped up to fill the void when Malcolm’s dad pulled his cock out. I looked down Sam’s scrawny body at his skinny prick, not much bigger or longer than Malcolm’s. It was red and oozing precum in a steady stream. I told him he could cum while he drank my piss. He did. Malcolm’s dad was nice, though, and let Malcolm lick up the spots of cum that were all over Sam afterwards.
I got dressed while Malcolm ran to his room and added a tee shirt and a pair of trainers to his outfit. When he came back, he hugged his dad goodbye and dropped his head down to suck on his dad’s cock a couple of quick strokes. It was already hard again. We left Malcolm’s dad leaning back in his chair, fisting his meat, staring at a specially hot picture of a black man with his cock half way up the ass of a little white boy, while the white boy’s father eats out the black man’s asshole.
I let Sam put his jeans back on but made him pick up and carry the rest of his clothes. He blushed a bright red all over his body when a couple of seniors from his school drove by when he was halfway to his car, and there was no question they’d seen him and recognized him. I smiled wickedly when he looked up at me, pleading.
As we got in the car, I wondered how I was going to explain to Dad, without getting killed, that I’d already had Malcolm. Well, at least I hadn’t fucked him so that should count for something. And given what I’d seen already, I figured Dad had an awfully good chance of getting his prick buried to the hilt in this little boy’s asshole.
AHMAD AND HIS BROTHER 4
Well, since this is the last fuckin’ thing I’m gonna tell ya, at least for a while, here’s my stats: I’m 14, 5’ 11”, 175, and a fuckin’ bully with 8 inches of fat meat. Half Arab, half Latin. The rest of the shit about who’s who and how many inches they got is down below.
I fucked my little brother before we went to the mall.
Shit, you’d think the number of times my eight-incher has been up his ass or down his throat the last couple of weeks he’d stop whining about it. Fuck, he knows what dad will do if he doesn’t—or what I will if I have to. After all, what good is being a bully if you can’t, well, fucking bully somebody once in a while?
Thing is, I think down deep Rick really likes getting his ass plowed. He just doesn’t want to admit it, especially not to his older brother. And definitely not to dad. But I’ve seen him when he didn’t think anyone was watching, on his back with his little legs held up and spread wide by dad’s beefy hands, while dad’s damn thick cock is sliding in and out of his youngest son’s hot tight boyhole. And the look is pure ecstasy. His eyes are all funny and kinda glazed and that six and a half inch prick that looks extra huge against his slender eight-year-old body is just oozing precum. He couldn’t really shoot cum yet; shit, I hadn’t even started until I was nine—I guess the men in our family hit puberty early—but when dad filled his tiny ass with a gallon or two of cum, sometimes Rick would just shoot off spurt after spurt of thin, delicious boyjuice.
So as long as he can keep pretending he has to suck me off or take me up his ass, he’s happy. Which is still annoying, but kind of a turnon at the same time, like a rape fantasy. ‘Cept, you can’t rape anybody who’s really so goddamn willing.
Although this time he did have a legitimate gripe. He didn’t get to climax and he was still horny. Tough shit. I’d slept late, ‘cause originally I was planning on a nice slow fuck to kinda take the edge off—you know, so you don’t shoot your wad too soon if something really good comes along. I got outta bed, piss-hard leading the way, grabbed up the jar of Vaseline from the sink in the bathroom between our rooms, stuck the head of my meat in it while I walked, getting it good and greasy, and opened the door to Rick’s room. He was wide awake, of course. The little shit seems to get by on two hours of sleep or something. As usual, he was playing games on his computer. He looked up when he head the door, his eyes immediately going to crotch level. He stared a second at my shiny cock head and then looked up at me with a fakey kinda scowl on his face.
Ever since that first weekend when I’d started the ball rolling by fucking Rick’s little friend Neil, busting his hot little ass cherry with my fat teen cock, Rick and me slept naked. So it was real easy for me to see the way my brother’s boymeat got real hard real fast. Then he started in with the bullshit whining: his ass was sore, he was tired, he was right in the middle of a great game, and he might break his record. When that didn’t work—which he could tell by the way I stroked my meat, base to tip, smearing the Vaseline around, and then wiping my hands clean on his underpants—he tried the big one. Dad was gonna fuck him in a little while, and didn’t want sloppy seconds.
It almost worked, too. Nobody, but nobody disobeys Dad. But then I remembered telling Dad I was gonna take Rick to the mall today, which was okay with Dad since he said he was gonna help Uncle Juan work on his car. Although there was a funny gleam in his eyes. His dick got a little fatter, too, but I thought that was because I had my hand on it. Until I remembered my twin cousins, Eduardo and Antonio: ten years old and really cute. I wondered if Dad and Uncle Juan had a thing going on with the boys. And how I could get in the act, or rather, in the ass. Two very fuckable, skinny little rumps.
So I just grinned, got on the bed, lifted him up, still holding onto the damned joystick like it was a juicy cock or something, and then scooted underneath him, making him stand on either side of my thighs. I leaned back on the bed, took my cock in my right hand, and with my left on his hip pulled him down. With a sigh like he was making a big sacrifice...of his virginity from the sound of it...he squatted, reached behind him with one hand to grab my dick, and guided my cock head to his tight little pucker. He pushed down, and I busted right through and slid my prick all the way up his butt. I let him get used to it for a few seconds, laying back on my chest while I played with his tits. Then I rolled over so he was face down on the bed and fucked the shit out of him. When I was through blasting cum up his hole, I slid my dick out and had him clean me off. Then I told him to tuck his stick...both of them...away, and to get moving.
Rick was really pissed. See, he won’t admit it, but getting his butt fucked really turns him on. Yeah, he likes getting sucked, and shoving his cock up another boy’s hole, but there isn’t anything that gets his juices going like prick in his rear. And now he’d just had a fairly decent, but quick, assfuck, and he wasn’t getting off. Yeah, really pissed. I just grinned wickedly at him again. And told him to get going, we had to get to the mall.
We got there about a half hour or so before the time when I first got sucked by Sam, and the dad and son showed up in the mall john. Not my idea. Sam’s. I kept thinking about the way the little boy dropped his pants to pee in the urinal, how he wasn’t wearing underwear, or just maybe pulled it down with his pants, how his plump white buttcheeks looked standing next to his dad...who was kind of stroking his meat and staring at Sam, with his hardon and Sam’s pants all pissed in. I kept thinking how nice it would be slide my meat up that little hole.
Now me, I probably would of just kept going back to the mall at a bunch of weird times, but Sam said if the guy had any sense and was really interested, he’d come back to the mall same time same day. So that’s what I should do. Sounded like a smart idea to me, which is part of why I keep Sam around, so I told him if it worked he’d get something special from me. I mean, it’s fun to be a bully, but sometimes ya gotta use honey, or something. Something special meant I’d fuck his skinny nerd ass really hard, while working on his tits real good, and then let him drink a nice hot load of piss right from the source. It still embarrassed the shit outta Sam that he was so into piss, especially when I felt like pissing in public and made him gulp it down.
Turned out Sam was right. Me ‘n Sam ‘n Rick had been walking around the mall for about fifteen minutes, but not too far from the john, when I spotted them. Daddy with his son holding his hand. Dressed in matching shorts, tee-shirts and sandals. Daddy’s eyes kind of lit up when he saw Sam and me, although he looked a little puzzled when he realized Rick was with us. I just smiled and kinda glanced in the direction of the john and then back at him. He got the message and headed right in. I didn’t want to wait too long, but held off for a little to make sure no one else was going in. It was still a bit early, so there weren’t too many people around.
The three of us walked in, past the sinks, and then to the row of urinals. Fucking hot! The little boy was at the kiddy urinal right next to the divider wall, with his shorts just under his plump little bare buttcheeks, and Daddy was right next to him, with his shorts just under a set of kind of plump, hairless buttcheeks. Not a saggy ass, but not real tight muscles. I brought Rick along ‘cause I figured I might have to trade either a blowjob from Sam, or maybe a trip up my little brother’s hole for Daddy, in order to get my prick where I wanted it: up the little one’s boycunt. We walked past the pair a little bit, and I sort of coughed to let them know they had company.
Daddy looked over his left shoulder at us, I guess to be sure who it was, and then moved a little bit back from the urinal so we could see his half-hard cock. Sam was already hard, of course. Rick was looking interested. Daddy glanced down at my crotch, too, and sort of raised his eyebrows a little about Rick. Which was kinda dumb. I mean, he brings his own little kid along when he’s out cruising teen boys, and he wonders about Rick? Gimme a break.
I moved over by Daddy, and put my hand on his naked butt, sliding my middle finger down his crack, squeezing a bit and then resting my fingertip on his asspucker. He pushed back into my hand just a little. The expression on his face was a bit nervous, part of it ‘cause we were in a public john, sure, but part of it something else. I pushed a little harder with my finger and it slid right in. He shuddered a little and pushed his butt back again. I could see he was all the way hard now. I pulled my finger out, inhaled the musky scent of his ass while I slicked up my first two fingers with spit, and then pushed both of them up his hole. He grunted a little. Hot! Half-naked dad in a public toilet getting fingerfucked, while his half-naked little boy watches.
“You like cock up your butt, mister?”
He shook his head. Which I decided was bullshit. Especially since I found his prostate and he was starting to grind a little while I rammed my fingers up in him. I shoved real hard, and he kinda gasped, and said, “N...never had one.”
“Bullshit, mister. This ain’t no virgin hole. So what have you been shoving up there? Dildos? Carrots? Flashlights?”
That’s when the kid pipes up and surprises the shit outta all of us. “Me!” he says, real bright.
More bullshit, I figure, since unless this kid is hung even bigger than me, in spite of being not much older than Rick and probably younger, no way his dick coulda opened up his old man this way. That’s when the kid holds up his hand, clenched into a fist. Holy shit. The guy has been getting fisted by his little boy. This I want to find out about. Hell, this I wanta see. But even I can figure out this john ain’t the right place for it. But first I had to find out something. “You doin’ the kid?”
I’m still friggin’ his butt, and he just shakes his head. Great, another fucking virgin whose cherry I get to pop. And I knew just where to do it. Kinda dangerous but that was gonna make it fun. “You good for a second time if you bust a nut right now?” He nodded.
I looked down at Rick. “Suck him off, Rick...fast.” He wasn’t too happy about the idea, and got real confused when I winked at him and shoved him a little to get in front of the guy. Like I said before, a nice piece of meat, but nowhere near as big as Dad’s. So Rick had no problem swallowing him down, and bobbing his head real fast. I was working over his prostate real good while Rick was working his cocksucking magic, and pretty soon the man was blowing his wad down my brother’s throat. Rick swallowed it all like the expert he is. I pulled my fingers out his daddy’s well-fingered butthole and just to see what happened put them at the kid’s mouth. He licked ‘em clean.
“C’mon,” I said. “We’re goin’ for a ride.” Daddy and son got themselves back together, although Rick musta missed a bit of cum, since a little cum stain showed up on Daddy’s shorts fairly quick. If you’re gonna cruise a john for sex, even I know dark clothes hide stains better than tan shorts.
When we got back to Sam’s car, I had him put the top down, and put Daddy in the front seat, with Rick riding shotgun. The kid...Tom his name was...was in the back seat with me. As we pulled out of the parking lot I told Sam to head for the highway so we could drive for a while. Once we got on the interstate, I put little Tom on my lap, right on my hardon, and slid my hands down inside the elastic tops of his shorts. This was gonna be good. No underwear, and a really small little prick and balls. Silky smooth skin. Daddy...Dan, he said...was kind of turned around in the front seat watching me and his boy, and wondering if maybe he’d been kinda dumb to go along with this. On the other hand, he’d already gotten one blowjob out of the deal.
I looked at Rick and then at Dan, and Rick got the idea real quick. I could tell from the expression on Dan’s face when Rick got his hand on Dan’s meat again. That’s when I slid Tom’s shorts down and off. Dan’s eyes got real wide, as he watched me play with his son’s hairless little meat, watched him get a boner. I guess since Dan wasn’t objecting, Tom musta figured it was okay. I sort of tweaked Tom’s tits, not hard or anything, and he gulped a little. His pricklet seemed to get a bit harder.
“Rick, why don’t you and Dan, uh, get comfortable?” Rick needed no urging. He squirmed a bit and in a couple of seconds I figured he was naked from the waist down, with a nice hard six and half inches jutting out from his small body. Dan started squirming, too, and I couldn’t see Rick for a bit, so I guess he was helping Dan “get comfortable.” I could tell from Dan’s face he was real nervous. I mean, there wasn’t a lot of traffic, but still, a man with mostly naked teens and little boys in a convertible with the top down, and just who the fuck were the cops going to blame?
I grinned at him as I had Tom get my finger nice and wet, and then I reached down between his legs, curled my finger up between his cheeks and rested it on the tight little pucker. I rubbed it around and around a bit, then slid Tom a little further down and kind of lifted his legs. Dan was looking over the back seat now at his son’s little hole...hairless little boy cunt that had my wet finger pushing against it. He licked his lips like it was something he’d wanted to do, but never had the guts, despite the fact his own ass was getting fisted by his kid. I figured if he liked Tom’s fist up his guts, he’d probably like little boy dick as well, or in the case of my brother, not so little.
“Hey, Rick,” I said with a grin. “You ever fucked a man before?” ‘Course I knew he hadn’t.
“Nope,” he said with a sly smile. “But I’d sure like to.” Rick spit on his fingers and I could tell from the expression on Dan’s face that Rick had found the man’s hole. Dan was watching me, though, despite what I knew was goin’ on with his ass, watching me and my finger on his little kid’s butthole. I smiled at him and shoved my fingertip inside. Tom whimpered, but his bald tiny cock didn’t go soft at all.
“Dan, why don’t you feel up my kid brother? See if you like what he’s got.” I guess Dan was expecting a two-inch stick of meat, and his eyes got wide when he actually felt what was there. Rick’s a little over six and a half, and definitely thick for his age. Rick had this big shit-eating grin on his face and from that expression and the one that passed over Dan’s face all of a sudden, Rick was probably trying to get more than just a finger or two up that hole.
“Wadda ya think, Dan?” I asked when he was looking at me again. I shoved my finger half way up his son’s boy pussy, slid it in and out a couple of times, and then pulled it out. I set Tom on the seat beside me, watching Dan’s face as Rick played with his butt, and Dan watched me unbutton my jeans and pull them down past my knees. His eyes got real big when he saw the size of my meat. I pulled Tom’s head down toward my cock, and he just started lickin’ and slurpin’ on it like a real natural. Of course that left his little butt in the air, so I slicked up my own finger and slid it all the way up him.
Dan knew what I was askin’, though he probably figured I’d do what the fuck I wanted anyway. And what I was asking was whether he wanted to trade a good butt fucking by a little boy who was hung like a horny teen, for letting me get my cock into his kid’s ass. It was no fucking contest. Rick held up his left hand, letting me know he had most of four fingers up the manhole next to him. “You want to watch?” I asked Dan. Got the answer I expected. Fuck, yeah, he wanted to watch his kid get his cherry busted by hard big teen meat.
They had to sort of rearrange themselves a bit in the front seat, but Rick scooted down and I heard Dan gasp when Rick rammed his meat up the man butt. Just like Dad taught us...hard, fast, no mercy. When Dan twisted around so he could look over the back of the seat while he was getting fucked by my kid brother, I was already slouched down, my legs sprawled, my cock wet with Tom’s spit and mine, and Tom on his back on my chest, with the head of my prick pushing against his tiny hole. Holding my meat with one hand and guiding Tom with the other, I shoved and the head of my cock popped inside his ass ring. Tom wailed, but I put my hand over his mouth to quiet him down, and started playing with his thin cock. He liked that, and only whimpered when I started pushing more dick up his spread little buns.
Dan was starting to breathe a little harder from the fucking his ass was getting; he probably wanted to play with himself, but I told him to keep his hands where I could see them. He did, and just gripped the back of the seat real hard as I finished getting all eight inches of thick teen prick up his five-year-old little boy’s pussyhole.
“Uh, ‘mahd,” Sam said. “Uh, there’s a truck comin’ up.” I’d pulled off my tee shirt, so I grabbed it up and spread it across my lap. Of course my dick was still buried up that boy boy ass and I was thrusting my hips nice and easy, enjoying the hot tight fit. Sam had all his clothes on, of course, but was most likely sporting a visible hardon. Dan and Rick had the bigger problem, though. There’s not a hell of a lot you can do to hide the fact that a half-naked man in a convertible front seat has boy-pecker up his ass.
“Hey, fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke,” I said. So Rick kept right on fucking, just like he was in his own bedroom. Sure wish I coulda seen that trucker’s face when he got alongside of us, looked down, and realized he was watching a young boy fuck a man. The swerve of his truck wasn’t enough to drive him, or us, off the fucking road, so he had pretty good control. He’d probably intended to pass us, but he slowed down so he was right next to us, looking down into the car. He was licking his lips and shifting from staring at the road ahead to the free show in our car.
“Hey, Rick, show the man up there what ya got. He’s gettin’ off on it.” Rick pulled his cock out of Dan’s ass, much to Dan’s visible disappointment, and then he sat back in the seat. He musta spread his legs and played with his slimy prick, ‘cause the trucker swerved again. I told Rick to start fuckin’ and decided to let the guy have a really good look. I pulled the tee shirt off, and started thrusting my hips really hard. Not only could the trucker see my hand on Tommy’s tiny prick and balls, he sure the fuck knew there was teen meat goin’ up that little boy butt. I looked him right in the eye and grinned as I sat Tom up and used my hands to lift him up and slam him down on my cock.
The poor trucker was all bug-eyed, and musta been horny as fuck at what he was seein’. I couldn’t hear him, of course, but I could see he was mouthing something. I finally caught on he was saying “rest stop,” and holding up five fingers. Five minutes, five miles ahead, I guess. So he wanted in on the action, huh? I couldn’t tell much about him, other than he was pretty big, but hey, even if he was too gross, I could let him have Sam’s ass or mouth. I nodded. He grinned real big. And kept right on driving next to us, looking down to catch the action. And there was plenty of that. I told the others what was goin’ on, but I guess Rick decided he didn’t want to wait. He just slapped Dan’s rump real hard, made him move around, shoved his cock inside and started ramming hard and fast and deep, fucking little some goddamn bunny in a commercial. Sam was egging him on, talkin’ trash, and Dan’s eyes glazed over and his grip got extra tight on the back seat, until all of a sudden Rick lets out this wild yell...thank god we’re on the fucking highway...and starts blasting his load of cum up Dan’s ass.
Just then the trucker signals and pulls off the highway, and Sam has to act real quick to follow him. Pissed off a driver behind us, but what the fuck. I rammed my own meat up Tom once more real hard to enjoy the feel, and then slid my still-hard cock out of his ass. I told him to put his shorts back on, and pulled my jeans up. I didn’t bother with my shirt. By the time the trucker got his rig parked, got out and came over to us, we were more or less back together.
Fred--the trucker--was big all right. Bigger than Dad, bigger than Dan, hairy arms and chest, a big belly, low slung jeans that did nothing to hide the sausage he was showing. The wind shifted and you could tell he’d been on the road for a while without much chance of takin’ a shower or somethin’. A real man’s smell. A direct man, too. His voice was as big as he was. After he said his name, he asked, “You guys wanna get it on, or what?”
I slid my hand down the front of Tom’s shorts, started playing with him. “Wadda you think, Fred?”
He grinned, reach down and groped that hunk of meat pushing down the leg of his jeans. He nodded at the one other truck in the place. “My buddy over there’ll keep a lookout, if ya wanna go in the john.” I just nodded, and told everybody to get out of the car. We trooped into the john, just a happy family, a man and his boys, having to piss or shit after driving for a while. After we got inside there was a little hesitation, like everybody was wondering who was gonna get things started. Shit, that was kind of a dumb thought. Who else but me?
I asked Fred if he liked to fuck. ‘Course I already had the answer figured out, but Fred just grinned real wicked like, unzipped his jeans and dropped ‘em to the floor. He had a thick, uncut hunk of meat hanging there over fucking big balls. I told Sam to get to work, and naturally he didn’t need any urging. Nothing that Sam likes better than chowing down on thick cock. The way he inhaled Fred’s smell when he got his lips around the head of Fred’s prick and started working his tongue up inside the skin, you could tell Sam was really enjoyin’ himself.
I told Dan and Tom to get out of their shorts, and they just did. Both of ‘em were hard. So was Fred. Christ, that fucker was even bigger than Dad’s, all kinda veiny, with a fat reddish-purple head once the skin was peeled back. “See, Fred, Dan here likes getting fisted by his boy, and he sure the fuck likes boy prick up his ass, don’t ya, Dan?”
Dan blushed all over, and didn’t stop playing with himself. “So I figured he’d get off on some man meat up his hole. Think you might oblige him, Fred?”
Fred looked just a tiny bit disappointed, like maybe he was hoping for some teen ass, or maybe even the young stuff, but no horny man is going to turn down an available piece of ass, especially when he’s sloppy wet with spit from a hell of a good blowjob. Dan got down on the floor on all fours, and Fred got down behind him. To be extra nice, I had Sam wet down Dan’s butt with his tongue. Fred was clearly no stranger to ass fucking. He lined his meat up with one hand, pushed it so the piss-slit was kind of pushing in on the hole, and then with both hands on Dan’s hips he shoved his cock right inside. Dan howled. Guess a five-year-old fist up your hole didn’t really prepare you for the kinda steel-hard, goddamn long ‘n wide meat Fred was packin’. I just looked at Fred and grinned, and he grinned back.
I put Tom into the same position as his dad, right where Fred could get a good look at my eight inches sliding up into that tiny hairless little butt. Tom did some wailing of his own; doin’ it this way I seemed to get a bit deeper into his little boycunt. After Fred and me pulled out and back a couple of times, we slid home at the same time, me with eight inches up a little boy cunt, Fred with nine, hell, maybe even ten inches of man meat up daddy hole. Rick was looking a little pissed for a coupla seconds, feelin’ kinda left out of somethin’, and then his eyes lit up. He scurried around behind Fred, got naked, spread Fred’s hairy ass cheeks wide, and buried his face in Fred’s crack. Rick is a real good rimmer, and Fred was in fucking heaven.
I don’t think Fred had any idea what Rick really had in mind, though, at least not until Rick lifted his head, positioned himself, and rammed home. Fred didn’t howl like Dan, ‘cause even though Rick’s big for a kid, he’s not that huge, but I could sure tell that if that big ass wasn’t virgin, it was pretty damn close. Fred was not used to having anything up there, especially not cock. Fred just froze for a second, not working Dan’s butt, while Rick started easing in and out. After another second or two, Fred started to grin. And plow the man butt in front of him.
Which left Sam doin’ nothin’. Of course, if I told him to do nothin’ that’s just what he’d do. But I had a better idea than lettin’ him stew, or just having him beat off while the rest of us fucked. I told him to pull his meat out. His cock is kinda thin, and not all that long, but it is a teen cock. I asked Fred if he’d ever sucked on a teen boy. I got the impression that not only didn’t Fred get fucked, he didn’t suck either. But here he was, shoving his thick meat in and out of a man’s almost-virgin butt, while his own ass was getting plowed by a fucking eight year old. His face said, “what the fuck.” Sam came over to him and Fred gulped down the slender teen cock, and started bobbing up and down on it, all the while he was working over the ass in front of him and having his own worked over.
That’s when his friend walked in to check on the action. You could almost hear the crack when his jaw hit the floor. “Holy fucking shit, Fred. What the fuck you....”
Fred pulled his mouth off Sam’s cock, a long string of spit and precum still connecting his mouth to the young meat. “Ben, unless you want this fist up your ass the next time instead of my meat, you didn’t fucking see a thing just now.”
From the expression that showed in his eyes for a second, the fisting didn’t sound like much of a threat. More like something he’d really like to try, but didn’t think he could tell his butch friend without seeming even more like a pussy than he already was for getting his ass fucked. “Sure, sure, Fred, I didn’t mean....”
“Yeah, I know, now get the fuck outta here and make sure we don’t get interrupted.”
“Yeah, sure, Fred, but, I, well, I....”
“You wanta watch, you perv?”
It’s not often you see a man that big, though nowhere near as big as Fred, blush. Fred half-glared at him, and decided he liked an audience after all, especially one he was so obviously in control of. He nodded. The other trucker backed up to the door of the john, leaned against it, planted his legs. The door opened in, and with that weight on it, nothing was going to get through very easy. He unzipped his jeans, hauled out a fairly good sized prick and began beating off watching us. I noticed he did a lot of staring at Fred and the way he was gulping down Sam’s teen cock while having a little boy fuck him, but he was sure getting an eyeful of me fucking little Tom.
Sam was the first to cum. Not a surprise since he pretty much has a hair trigger when he’s turned on, and with all the sex going on around him, and actually having some big trucker stud sucking him, he just started blasting his load down Fred’s throat. Fred was obviously enjoying his first cocksucking, swallowing all of Sam’s thin load, and keeping his mouth all the way down on Sam while the teen prick softened. Fred started speeding up his own hip action while nuzzling the soft cock, and Rick just followed along. The other trucker was gaping when all of a sudden Rick starts moaning “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” and collapsing over Fred’s butt, letting loose his own load of cum up inside the burly trucker.
Fred sort of hummed and really shifted into ramming gear, slamming hard and fast into Dan’s butt. Which is when Sam forgot himself and started pissing. In Fred’s mouth. Down Fred’s throat. Sam’s eyes bulged almost as much as Fred’s as he realized what he’d done. Fred’s cheeks were bulging too with the load of hot piss. He pulled his mouth off Sam’s cock, opened it to say something and suddenly swallowed the piss, while Sam just continued spraying, too frightened, I guess, to clamp his ass muscles tight and cut it off. It was only a split second later that Fred plunged his mouth back down on Sam’s spewing prick, shoved one last time up inside Dan so hard he almost knocked him flat, and began pumping a huge fucking torrent of cum up Dan’s abused hole, so much that it backed up and started oozing out around the almost perfect seal of Fred’s meat.
The other trucker just gasped, half-shouted, “Oh, fuck, Fred, pissing, fucking, cummin’, oh fuck, drink that fuckin’ piss, stud, fuck his ass, oh shit oh fuck,” and then he was spraying the floor with his own juices.
Which left me and the little boy. I still hadn’t cum and I knew everyone was kind of watching me as they were recovering. I bent over, rested one hand on the floor, wrapped one hand around the kid’s tummy and held him tight while I really started plowing his tiny butt hard and fast. All fucking eight inches of my meat were coming all the way out of his butt and shoving back in. He started moaning and whimpering and calling “daddy, daddy, daddy” but he wasn’t trying to get away, he was helping, pushing back when I shoved in, and then all of a sudden his tiny ass cheeks clamped really fucking tight and he started going into a fucking spasm, shaking and shouting in a dry orgasm, which was more than fucking enough for me to let loose with my own hot steamy load of cum up inside that hairless little boy pussy.
Fuck! There is nothing better than fucking virgin boy cunt!
When I was finished, I pulled out and told Dan to eat my cum out of his son’s hole. I was gonna tell him to cum while he did it, but I could see from his limp meat and the floor that he’d cum mighty damn good, probably just about the time his own ass was getting creamed. We all separated. Fred sat back on his haunches, his belly hanging over his half-hard meat. Fred called the other trucker over, told him to clean his meat. The guy dropped to his knees, his own prick still flopping loose, and quickly did the job. He also ate out Dan’s ass, and Fred’s when Fred told him to, swallowing the cum with almost religious fervor. He thought that was all, but Fred had one more thing in mind. “Anybody gotta piss?”
I did and said so. Fred nodded at his trucker friend. Who looked shocked. “Fred, man, c’mon, I never....”
“Well, I fucking never either, not until today. So now it’s your fucking turn. Or you want....” Fred’s hand closed in an enormous fist, but I don’t think he really needed the threat. He musta figured his friend couldn’t go blabbing about what he saw if he was eating ass and drinking piss, too. His friend musta figured the same way. He just nodded.
I stepped over, straddled his knees, held his head with one hand and with the other guided my soft prick into his mouth. Goddamn but I fucking like a warm mouth as a place for pissing. Lots better than a fucking toilet. He took my meat all the way into his throat and didn’t move when I started unloading, just swallowing it down. When I finished, I shook the last few drops into his open mouth just like I would in a toilet. He licked his lips and then slowly got up.
Everyone else was dressed again. I pushed my cock inside my jeans, buttoned up. Glanced down. The other trucker was hard again. “Hey, Fred, your pal really gets off on this stuff, doesn’t he?”
Fred came up behind his friend, looked over his shoulder at the bulge, reached around with a huge hand and unzipped the jeans, pulled the half-hard cock out. “Aw, c’mon, Fred, enough is....” He shut up when he realized Fred was starting to jack him off, that Fred was nuzzling the back and side of his neck. The trucker just sighed, leaned back against Fred, molding himself to the bigger man’s body, reaching both hands behind him to massage and squeeze Fred’s package, and all the while he was giving out soft little moans and whimpers. He reached a full hard really fast, began to moan a little louder, and then Fred pulled his head around and planted a deep tongue kiss on his buddy, who began spewing another load of cum everywhere while we all watched.
A lot of the cum was on Fred’s palm and fingers. He lifted his hand, licked a little off, offered it to his friend, who licked the rest. They kissed again, and the trucker had just tucked himself in his jeans and zipped up, when the door to the john opened. It was a fucking state trooper! Regulation wraparound shades and all. “What the fuck is going on in here?” he barked. As if he couldn’t tell. The room reeked of piss and sweat and cum and sex. But there wasn’t a hell of a lot he could do with a couple of truckers, a couple of teen boys, a couple of little kids, and the father of at least one kid, especially when they were all fully dressed, without scrambling when the door opened.
“Nothing at all, officer, sir,” I said, with a kind of swagger as I eased past him and left the john. Everyone else followed me. The cop stayed inside while we went to our separate cars. I wondered if he was gonna jack off when he saw all that cum everywhere. Fred and the other trucker pulled their rigs out and headed off; Sam drove us back to the mall so Dan could get his car and take Tom home. I asked Tom when we got there if he liked having my dick up his ass. He gave me this huge grin and said he did. So I asked him if he’d like his daddy to fuck him, too. Father and son really liked that idea. They also liked my suggestion of me fucking Tom while he fisted his daddy. But that was another day.