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story codes: (b/b, t/b, oral, anal)   
style: contemporary 


"Will I find a believer. Another one who believes. Another one 
to deceive. Over and over down on my knees. If I get any closer. 
And if you open wide. And if you let me inside. On and on I've 
got nothing to hide." - F.F.



MAREK AND US        by DEBONAIR



CHAPTER 1.


   Our tiny village was situated near the frontier between Poland
and Germany. Twenty-three souls inhabited the cozy community of 
which only three were children: me - an adventurous boy of twelve 
with round glasses - Oskar, a rambunctious red-haired six-year-
old and his brother Julian, age eleven, a redhead as well.

   During the summer, the grown-ups went to work to the city of 
Szczecin. As a result, we nearly had the whole place for a 
playground. Our favourite spot was the pond beyond the chapel.
We considered the area, sheltered by leafy shrubs and pine
trees, a quiet haven. Most afternoons, you would find us there,
skinny dipping under the scorching sun.

   Oskar did not venture very far in the pond. The scrawny tyke 
preferred to wade about along the shore, avoiding the middle
where the bottom dropped six feet deep. As for Julian and I, 
twice his age, we certainly didn't suffer from the same phobia. 
We ran screaming and dove gracefully in the cool water.

   Ever since my last birthday, my friends' bare asses and 
exposed genitals were responsible for many inner turmoils. My 
life as an innocent blond angel had ended with the onset of 
pubescence. It was especially troubling when I ruffhoused with my 
freckled-faced mates. The contact of their silky skin against 
mine inevitably roused my penis from its limp state. Sometimes, 
the damn thing wouldn't go down. I bore the brunt of the little 
one's mockery.

   "You've got a stiffy!" Oskar would point out, giggling coyly.

   To which I would respond by swaying my slender hips, making 
the rubbery tube wag up and down like a dog's tail, much to
the amusement of the inseparable duo. 

   Puberty seemingly hit me overnight. I looked at myself and 
realized my hard-ons were five inches long. My shoulders had
broadened and my voice cracked. The brothers' parents were 
concerned that their beloved sons hung out with a big kid. But 
the two boys basically had no other options in order to elude 
long bouts of loneliness. Thus, they continued to play with me, 
despite their parents' admonition and despite my tormenting.

   For I was very imaginative in devising elaborate games but
also in finding ways to assert my status as leader of the pack. 
I shoved them in the mud, pushed them down a hill, whipped them 
with a branch. The resilient brothers submitted to my torture 
without shedding a tear and always remained loyal to me. Often, 
Julian formed an alliance with me. Poor Oskar became the target
of our cruelty. We peed in a glass and forced him to drink it. 
We coerced him into licking our dirty feet. We put him through 
numerous bondage games. Good unclean fun.

   None of us had been born in fortunate families. The only 
things we could claim ownership of were a few toys and the 
clothes on our back. Then again, we cavorted shirtless most of
the times. In our world, pebbles were diamonds. A piece of wood
became a sword.

   When we weren't skinny dipping, our trio devoted a lot of 
efforts in discovering Pirter Schouten's hidden treasure. The 
legendary tale was a fixture of our village's folklore for over 
three centuries. Apparently, the famous Dutch pirate had 
concealed a great treasure somewhere in the vicinity. 

   We dug holes and searched for clues. Our primary terrain of 
exploration spanned the zone surrounding a peculiar stone with 
an X etched on it. Sadly, it never yielded anything of interest. 
Weird tombstones in the old cemetery attracted our attention, but
we couldn't figure out if they were important in our quest. 
Usually, after hours of unproductive investigating, we'd resort 
to playing naughty games in Mr. Matejko's hangar.

   Oskar's favourite naughty game was the 'hot dog in the bun'. A
silly invention of mine. It consisted in wedging a raw wiener 
between his buttocks and have him run around. Julian and I chased
the giggling tyke, telling him that if he dropped the sausage, we 
would spank him. The little scamp waddled awkwardly, clenching his
asscheeks, fleeing our menace. Of course, I generally caught up 
to him first and devoured the wiener. For some reason, the 
idiotic romp turned me on. 

   Oskar reacted well to our intimate play. So that day of July, 
in the middle of a summer that would be life changing, I decided 
to do another version of the game. One more daring. I warmed the 
wiener in my hands and approached the naked butt of the small boy. 
The pliable tube of meat bent and threatened to break open as I 
endeavoured to insert it in his asshole. The brothers snickered
when they understood where it was headed. 

  I slithered the hot dog in carefully, examining all six inches 
disappear into the pink orifice until the very end was poking 
out. The giddy demon squealed and wiggled his toes. It was 
probably the raunchiest thing in his six-year-old mind. After 
all, you are not supposed to have something from the table stuck 
up your fanny.

   I knelt behind him and extracted the wiener out of the tight 
confinement with my teeth. "You taste sooo goood!" I exclaimed in
between bites. Julian observed attentively how I munched on the 
sausage straight out of his little brother's ass. "There's more!"
I said after chowing down the last chunk. My tongue plunged into 
Oskar's hole as I made it seem to him that I sought the residual
bits. The youngster cooed and pushed his lil' white melons back to
help me out.

   The new variation of the game titillated us. My penis hardened
in my shorts and Oskar's tiny pricklet as well. Immediately after
I pulled away, he extended his neck, "Noooo! Don't stop! Do it 
some more, pleeeeeze!" 

   "OK, but just this once." I sighed. For a good while my jaw
stayed sandwiched between in his buns. I licked his poophole well, 
perhaps atoning for the bad things I'd done to him in the past. 
Using long swipes, I lapped up the smooth crack, from the nutsac 
to the tiny indentation. My saliva gleamed in the valley. Oskar 
moaned, undulating under my chin. I slipped my whole tongue into 
his anus, driving him mad.

   At this point, everyone in our group was horny as hell. I 
grasped the tyke's wrinkled nutsac and the randy little redhead 
humped my hand instinctively. From the corner of my eye, I 
watched Julian strip completely. In a snap, I rid myself of my 
shorts and undies. My stiff pecker jutted from the bald slope of
my pubic mound. I wrapped my palm around the crying organ and 
flicked my wrist, doing what Julian had already commenced.

   "Do like this!" We instructed our naive partner.

   Oskar aped our actions, tugging on his teeny hard-on with two 
fingers, dragging the foreskin back and forth on the rosy head. 
All of us exchanged knowing glances, silently sharing the 
wonderful feelings of a boyhood wank.

   We had acquired of knowledge of sex the old-fashioned way. By
watching the adults. The three of us were incorrigible peeping
Toms. Occasionally, we'd peered into the houses at night and
see the rustic women of our village accomplish their marital
duty. Stray dogs rutting were also a source of information.

   But between us, sex was limited to masturbation and dick 
sucking. I initiated the party, crawled to Julian and suckled his
little penis. Oskar, who never wanted to be left out, gobbled up
my dick. After a while, I called a rotation, this time making 
sure everyone had a boner in his mouth. It didn't cross our minds
then, but it would have been really embarrassing if someone 
stumbled in Mr. Majetko's hangar and discovered us sucking our 
peters in a daisy chain.

   We traded blow jobs for long minutes. There was nothing else
better to do. Once in a while, the pile of naked bodies shifted.
I got on top one of the redheads, then under the other one. Butts,
stiffies and hairless scrotums flashed in front of my face
throughout the rearrangement of our entwined limbs.

   As it was usually the case, the brothers took extra care of
my dick, maybe because it was the biggest. Side by side, they
kissed and licked, slobbered all over it. While one bobbed his
head on my erection, the other one chewed on my balls and vice 
versa. I groaned, staring at the fiends' dedication to my
happiness. They seemed to read each other's thoughts and knew 
exactly when to alternate.

   Julian, who had been wanking the whole time he worked on my 
dick, came first. "OHHHHHH!" He cried out, holding on tightly to 
his quaking penis, drawing our attention to the dry orgasm 
wracking his skinny frame. Oskar awkwardly yanked his small peter,
eager to reap the same reward.

   "You gotta do it fast!" I said, pinching his penis between my
fingers and pulling on it roughly. His short legs stiffened. He 
looked down at my ministrations, moaning from the mounting 
pleasure in his little peg. I toyed with the delicate morsel, 
enjoying his smirks of enchantment. The tyke's breathing 
intensified and his tiny boner twitched under my fingertips. 

   "Oh! This one was good!" He stated, grinning from ear to ear.

   I returned to my aching erection, fisting the throbbing shaft. 
My jiggling balls were boiling hot, ready to explode. The 
siblings' climaxes had aroused me tremendously. I didn't need to
manipulate my dick very long before it spit out timid globs of 
milky boyjuice. Both redheads thrust their noses in my lap to 
study the spurts with an inquisitive eye. Privileged to be the 
only one able to ejaculate, I flaunted my shooting canon and 
exhibited the small puddles on my belly.


CHAPTER 2.


   Every evening, once my mother snored, I'd sneak out of my 
bedroom to search for the treasure in our sleepy village. Owls 
hooted in the nearby forest. A sweet summer breeze swirled under 
my nightgown, caressing my legs. I squatted underneath the opened 
windows of the residents, eavesdropped on their conversations, 
hoping they would supply leads on the treasure, but mostly I 
heard the latest gossip.

   Sometimes, I would see Marek skinny dipping in our pond. The 
teenager of seventeen was an intimidating figure in our village.
A tall chap with a buzz cut hairdo and piercing gray eyes, whose 
personal training to become a soldier had chiselled his body like
a Greek sculpture. Us pre-teens were scared of the young man ever 
since we had witnessed him slaughtering a pig with an axe.

   Hiding behind a tree, I spied on the older boy out of his 
overalls. His silhouette glistened beautifully in the moonlight. 
My curiosity slanted towards a certain part of his anatomy. I 
thought my male attributes were large, but his were absolutely 
huge! Marek's penis and testicles dangled heavily from a dense 
patch of curly black hair like that of a bull!

   Perhaps, the well-endowed boy held crucial information 
concerning the treasure? I mused. He had been in our village much
longer than us. One evening, I gathered the courage to join him. 
After all, I was twelve, not a timorous little kid anymore. Marek
smiled warmly to greet me. I removed my nightgown and jumped in 
the water next to him. 

   "Too hot to sleep?" He asked candidly.

   "Yes." I retorted, dissimulating my unease under a layer of
cockiness.

   We swam nonchalantly for a moment. Marek staggered out of the 
water and lounged on the grassy shore. I followed him, stretching
beside him under the flickering stars. The sound of our beating 
hearts and crickets chirping calmed my nerves. A minute or two 
later, I turned to him.

   "Is it true that there is a treasure here?" 

   "What treasure?"

   "The treasure of the Dutch pirate!" I chanted enthusiastically.

   "Oh. Yes. That one." Marek replied, then whispering he added, 
"As a matter of fact, I know who has the treasure map..."

   "Tell me Tell me Tell me! Pleeze!" 

   "No way!" Marek snapped back. "If you wanna know, you have to
earn it."

   I laid my head back on the ground, wondering what he meant
with the last sentence. His stubbornness angered me but I kept my
mouth shut, concluding that I shouldn't alienate him. Unable to 
restrain myself, I peeked at his impressive flaccid appendage. The
teenager noticed my admiring gaze and grinned.

  "I bet you've never seen a man's cock?" He asked.
  
   I shook my head.   

   "My dad used to say I frightened the horses!" Marek boasted. 
"C'mon look at it, you know you want to, sissy faggot." He 
insisted, seeing my eyes had drifted away from his crotch.

   Out of the blue, he pounced on me. I managed to push him away, 
escaping the initial attack. But he was right on my tail. I ran 
ten feet before he wrestled me to the ground. In lieu of the 
brutal beating I expected, he tickled me. A melodious refrain of 
shrill giggles soared from my throat. I trashed, kicking him and 
laughing. Marek lunged like a snake, poking me everywhere until 
I coiled into a quivering ball of shrieks and hiccups.

   Against the sturdy Titan, I didn't stand a chance. I let him 
overpower me. The rugged boy straddled my chest and pinned my 
wrists down. Oddly, I relished our physical interaction. No one 
had ever subdued me that way. His beefy penis rested limply 
between my pecs, the bulbous circumcised head touching my chin. 

   "Get a good look... it don't bite." Marek said.

   I stared at his penis, mesmerized by its size. The tall lad 
loosened his grip on my wrists, smiling over his triumph. Our 
confrontation had triggered my erection. I blushed beet red.

   "Get up, I'll take care of you." Marek announced.

   I rose to my feet. Before I got my balance, he had already 
grabbed my butt and dragged me to his face. His lips nibbled my 
balls. My boycock brushed against his nose deliciously. "Oh shit!"
I blurted out, contemplating the kneeling teenager stroking his
hardening monster prick.

   His mouth let go of my dangling jewels. With his tongue he
teased my glans. The fuzzy hairs on my neck stood on end. My mind
reeled from the turn of event. Everything was happening so fast.
I scanned all around, checking if someone was watching us doing 
this out in the open. Marek didn't express the same apprehensions.
He took my stiff penis in his mouth and sucked it fast from the 
getgo. 

   "Oooooooooooh Ugghhh" I lamented, overwhelmed by the surge
of pleasure. A rabid urgency best described Marek's suctioning. 
He bobbed his head furiously, engulfing my entire dick. In his 
sustained fervour to get me off, he bumped against my hairless 
groin and my wet balls bounced on his chin.

   The crazy teen masturbated with the same frantic compulsion. 
His hand flew on his nine-inch-cock. I melted from his frenzied 
sucking, propelled to the point of no return. "Annghh Angghhhhh 
Angghh" I hollered, struggling to delay my climax and savour the 
euphoric stimulation of his sliding lips.

   "Slower!" I exhorted him. "I I I'm gonna squirt!"

   His hungry mouth unfastened from my dick. "Okay, do it to me 
then." He scowled.
   
   Prostrate at his feet, sitting on my heels and holding his fat 
cock in my fist, I knew it was the ideal situation to get what I 
wanted.

   "Go on!" He urged me.

   "You promise you're gonna tell me who has the map?"

   "Yeah, SUCK IT!"

   The organ's rigidity corresponded to that of a steel pipe in 
my hand. The peehole was slightly open, as if staring back at me.
I stuck my tongue out and licked up the bloated shaft, from the 
base all the way to the knob where pre-cum oozed on my tongue. 
For a while, I lingered on the head of his cock, licking around 
it, hearing him hum.
  
   "Put it in your mouth and SUCK it now." Marek requested.

   I went down on the thick pole. The vibrant organ throbbed 
between my lips. I lowered my head as far as I could, desirous 
of pleasing him, but could barely accept a third of his immense 
penis. My lips stretched in a wide "O" as I slurped noisily, 
making the tall boy huff and puff.

   In the same manner, Marek had done it to me, I began to bob my 
head up and down his erection, loving the feel of his hard flesh 
filling my mouth. For a novice at sucking manmeat, I thought I 
possessed an exceptional talent. Nonetheless, Marek turned 
aggressive on me, grasping locks of my blond hair and pulling my 
head on his engorged member. I took it like a trooper, afraid to 
disappoint him.

   "Yeah, that's soooo good. Eat my dick!" He grumbled, putting 
his hand on top of my head and pushing my mouth down further on 
his humongous pole. I nearly gagged when the plum-sized head 
pressed against my tonsils. The bulge in my throat constrained me
to breath through my nose, and I could continue my oral deed.

   Marek shut his eyes, enjoying the feel of my greedy lips 
milking his cock. I got a good rhythm going and slid up and down
again and again, faster and faster. "Ohhhh get ready to eat my 
load." He declared. 

    I stopped abruptly, releasing his penis.

   "No, that's not part of the deal!" I protested.

   "Yeah it is! If you wanna know who has the treasure map, you 
gotta swallow."

   "ORRGHHHH!" I roared. 

   It dawned on me that I should leave him there with blue balls.
But I pursued the blowjob, taking his huge phallus again in my 
mouth. Marek's moans of joy were getting louder. I sucked him 
ravenously, sensing his impending climax. When his cock shuddered,
I didn't back off. The first wad went straight down my gullet. 
The pulsing organ slipped away from my lips and blasted a shot of
semen in my glasses.
	
   My vision blurred, I groped for his cock, aiming the thick 
jets of hot cream at my opened mouth. The eruptions flooded my 
oral cavity. I gulped down the copious flow, tasting fully the 
salty substance. Marek grinned wickedly, looking down at me 
swallow the last of his cock sauce. 


CHAPTER 3.


   The land of a thousand holes. That's how people started to 
designate our tiny village. In our desperation to uncover the 
treasure of the pirate, Julian, Oskar and I punched a countless 
number of holes around town, turning the place into a giant piece
of Swiss cheese. After all this unfruitful labour, we finally 
caught a break. 

   My pride forbade me to confess to my friends that I had sucked
Marek's cock and swallowed his load. It was a pathetic story 
anyway, considering he did not divulge the slightest clue as to 
whom owned the treasure map. In retrospect, I reckon I should 
have been smarter. But at least the encounter, albeit humbling, 
proved to be worthwhile. I felt I was getting closer to the 
treasure and gleefully told the brothers that Marek spoke to me 
of a map.

   We tailed the teenager, scrutinizing his every move for any 
hint that would tip us in the right direction. Treading warily, 
making sure our bare feet didn't smack on the ground, we lurked 
behind him. Three amateur sleuths in short pants. During our 
snooping, we learned that he lived alone with his deaf 
grandmother. That his discipline was unswerving.

  Marek's daily routine began at 9 a.m. He did one hundred push-
ups on the porch clad in underwear. Then, he put on army 
camouflage pants and strolled to the general store to buy a pack 
of cigarettes. The village folks seemed to treat him as a 
prodigal son. They patted his shaven head and enjoyed lively 
chats with the future soldier. This clashed with the image we had
of him.

   One evening, the three of us stood outside the seventeen-year-
old boy's window, peering inside. Marek stripped naked. His rock-
hard nine-inch prick swung left and right as he fetched a jar 
of petroleum jelly from his nightstand and hopped on his bed.
Julian and Oskar gawked at his nudity, their grubby mugs frozen
in shock.

   The teen positioned his body in front of the wall, resting on 
his back. His feet climbed on the wall until he was almost upside 
down against it. Then he let his muscular legs keel over. Bent in
two, with his big feet beyond his head, his pole hovered above his
face.
                      
   The limber contortionist barely had to raise his neck to reach
his goal. He opened wide and engulfed a good portion of his 
monster prick. While he slurped on his own thick cock, his right 
hand groped on the mattress for the jelly. He scooped a gob of 
grease with his middle finger and index then introduced them in 
his arsehole.

   We choked at the sight of the obscene boy  playing with his 
neither region. The teen's firm buttocks were parted and we could
clearly see the anal ring strangle the invading digits. Marek 
moaned sensuously, burying his fingers deep in his rectal opening.
For ten minutes, he finger-fucked his asshole, sucking on his 
cock, stopping at times, to lick the mushroom head. 

   I squeezed my dick discreetly through the fabric of my shorts. 
My body was alive, from my little toes to the lobes of my ears. 
On my bare chest, the two nipples were hard as pink erasers. I 
cursed the damn boy for making me horny. 

   After a few minutes of oral stimulation, Marek gripped his 
cock and tugged on it over his opened trap. I figured immediately
that he was primed to unload his sauce. The knob swelled and 
vomited ropes of cream. The viscous goo gushed into his mouth 
from the gravity. 

   Marek's slick hairy asshole winked with every jolt his ecstasy. 
He swallowed the mouthful of his jizz in one big gulp. Us 
youngins glanced at each other while the vile teenager cleaned his
cummy dick, erasing all traces of sticky semen with his tongue. 

   Needless to say, I attempted to copy the acrobatic feat in my
bedroom. But my lips didn't even come close to the tip of my 
penis and I settled for a good wank, however this time sticking
a finger into my anus. The pain wasn't significant enough to
dampen my pleasure. The two blended strangely.

   In fact, the stimulation of my asshole seemed to accentuate
the blissful sensations. I rubbed my peter, fingering my asshole 
at the same time. My legs jerked. My body wasn't mine anymore. In 
the throes of a premature orgasm, I grunted, staring at my penis
squirt in the air.


                                -=-  


   From then on, I pestered Marek on the identity of the owner of
of the map. But the teenager stood his ground, refusing to 
disclose the valuable information, arguing that I was too young, 
that I shall earn it. To us, it meant that the treasure was really
stupendous. Gold coins or silver coins. Precious artefacts from a 
Spanish galleon. Something worth over a million zlotys!
  
   I decided to defy the teenager and walked straight into the 
modest home. His grandmother didn't notice me and continued to 
read. I entered his lair.
 
   "What the hell are you doing here?" Marek snarled, shoving me
on his bed at once, nearly knocking my glasses off.

   "Wait, Marek! Wait!" I screamed. The big boy encircled me with
his arms and legs, like a spider seizing its prey. "You're an 
obnoxious lil' fuck!" He barked, twisting my nipple.

   "OWWWW! I want the map!" I insisted. The musky aroma of his 
armpits and cheap cologne wafted up my nose. He crushed my neck 
in the V of his muscular arm.

   "You have to earn it!"

   "How can I earn it?" I asked him.

   He leaned over and whispered softly the answer in my ear. It 
must have been really funny to see my eyes bulge out of their 
sockets after what he told me.


                                -=-  


   "Let's play the hot dog in the bun again." Julian and I
suggested to Oskar in Mr. Majetko's hangar.

   The little red-head chuckled and quickly removed his shorts 
and undies, presenting his butt. I dipped between his round 
asscheeks, darting my tongue right away at his minuscule anus. 
The imp popped a boner, which he fondled while I wet his hole for 
what we had planned. As with every time before, Oskar giggled 
loudly when I snaked my tongue into him and wiggled it.

   "You didn't bring a weiner!" The tyke remarked all of a 
sudden.

   "Yes, I have this one." I said, pulling out my boner.

   "You wanna put it in my butt?"

   "Yeah, it's just like the weiner." 

   The proposal did not deter Oskar's zeal. He went into another 
fit of high-pitched squeals and glanced at his brother for his
approval. Julian nodded. I positioned myself behind the naive 
child, intrigued by the idea of slipping him my penis up the ass.
Marek's explicit admission of what he wanted to do to Julian and
I had disconcerted us. And we thought it would be best to try it
on our favourite guinea pig.

   "Tell me how it feels!" I said.

   "Okay!"

   The pre-cum leaking profusely sufficed to stick my dickhead in. 
Oskar let out a 'Ouch' then giggled some more. With precise 
probing, I wormed in the hot tunnel, deflowering the tyke. My 
boyish erection may have been long, but it had not began its 
expansion in thickness. I plunged easily to the hilt in the 
elastic ring. The narrow opening strangled my penis in a most 
enjoyable way and my balls were comfortably nestled between the 
plump buttocks.

   "Ooooooooouuuhh" Oskar wailed. "It's bigger than the weiner!"

   "No it's not!" Julian butted in.

   I knew bloody well the key to getting an orgasm was a vigorous 
stimulation of my dick. So, I bucked my hips, sliding my rigid 
boycock into the constricting hole to summon the similar 
tingles of a good wank. 

   "Uhhhhhhhhhh" Oskar exhaled every time I buried my whole dick 
in his bowels.

   "Is it, nice?" I asked tentatively.

   "My poophole tickles." He responded.

   Holding his slim waist, I gave it to him good, delighting in 
the intense pleasure of my first coitus. It was all too clear to 
me why Marek yearned to do the same thing to us. The slippery 
friction was fantastic! 

   Julian touched my shoulder, requesting his turn. I rolled aside
and watched him mount his kid brother. Once he had firmly embedded
himself, the eleven-year-old boy moved his pelvis like an agitated
puppy. His short stiffy kept popping out of the hole but he re-
inserted it again and again.

   I crawled under Oskar's tummy and sucked his pricklet while
his brother fucked him, estimating the impatient tyke might grow 
tired of this new experience sooner than later. "Ughhhh ughhhhhh 
ughhhhhh!" Our little partner whined from the double stimulation. 
He remained still, granting us plenty of time to molest him.

   The squishy sound of Julian's penis sliding into Oskar's 
asshole excited me. I couldn't wait for him to be done with it and
take his place in the warm innards of his little brother. But
Julian seemed to enjoy very much the activity. He banged Oskar's
butt steadily.

  Finally, I heard him emit a loud moan. He disconnected himself,
smiling grandly. I scooted closer to examine Oskar's dilated hole.
The red orifice glowed between the white cheeks. I plunged into
it again. Oskar grunted, gyrating his hips to the rhythm of my
incessant stabbing inside his rectum. I shoved myself into his 
little ass harder and faster. A few more thrusts and I reached the
threshold of my climax. My yelp of bliss echoed in the vast depot.
I pulled out of the clingy hole and sprayed my little pal's back 
with boyjuice, exceedingly satisfied but somewhat ashamed to have
used his butt for my own selfish gratification.


CHAPTER 4.

   
   The curtains were closed in Marek's bedroom. I unbuttoned my
shorts nervously. The teenager had already stripped from the
waist down and lubricated his cock. The sheer sight of it made me 
squirm. I couldn't fathom how the immense pole would fit up my 
twelve-year-old butt without causing excruciating pain.

   Julian sat in a chair, fiddling with his toes, oblivious to my
anxiety. After a lengthy discussion with him, we had come to an 
agreement. There seemed to be no other avenue to obtain the map of 
the treasure but to sacrifice our asses. We had played 'Rock, 
paper, scissors' to determine who would go first. I had won the 
dubious honour. 

   My underwear off, Marek bent me over, poking his greased 
fingers rudely into my virgin anus. I cringed and tried very hard
to relax. "Stretch over here - raise your knee - higher!" The 
teen directed me on the bed. 

   Resting on my flank with my leg in the air and Marek behind me,
I awaited the pain. It came fast.

   The robust cockhead pushed against my reticent hole. "AWWWW!
AWWW!" I screamed. The pressure abated and returned. I flinched 
every time Marek attempted to penetrate me. At the moment I 
figured he would abandon, his fat cock surged inside me. My entire
body stiffened. Tears sprung to my eyes. "AOOOOWWWWWW!" I yelled.
My asshole smarted from the blunt widening. As much as I wanted 
to sob, I could not let Julian see me break down, convinced he 
would chickened out of our deal if I manifested openly how 
agonizing it truly was. 

   "Yeahhhh, I'm gonna fuck your lil' ass now." Marek mumbled, 
holding my leg securely, lunging at me, sliding his cock in and
out of my ass. "It hurts! Please! AOOOW!" I cried out.     

   "You just wait a while." Marek whispered in a warm tone. He 
touched my deflated penis to divert my attention from the pain 
and resumed the sodomy with gentler strokes, lifting my upper 
cheek to look at his cock tightly gripped by my asshole. I didn't
budge, taking it in the ass, grinding my teeth. The minutes passed
slowly. When the huge log pulled out of me, I breathed a sigh of 
relief. 

   "Are you done?" I asked.

   "Nope. Get and your back and raise your legs."

   I obeyed the command, humiliated that he wanted to take me like
a girl in front of Julian. The strong teen lifted my legs, placing
my feet on his shoulders then he leaned forward, planting an elbow
on each side of my head. "Put it in." He said. I had gone too far
to back out. I reached down, took his penis in my hand and poised
the head against my quivering hole. 

   Marek sank into me. In this position, he almost plunged his 
entire cock in my upturned behind. I whimpered and squirmed again.
However, this time the swollen tube of flesh grazed my prostate 
and my dick sprung to life. The teenager's muscular frame crushed
me. He had absolute control and began to fuck my ass fervently. I
gazed at his swollen penis slamming into my asshole, holding on 
for dear life to my sanity. 

   "Take my cock. Awww FUCK yeah! Your ass feels sooo good." The 
big boy raved, driving his fuckstick again and again, really 
hard. "UGGHH! UGHGHHH! UGHHHH ARGGHHH!!!" I yelled. So loud that
I thought his deaf grandmother would hear me. There was still 
some pain left. Thankfully, tingles of pleasure made it bearable.
My dick rose to the occasion. My glasses steamed up.

   I wanted to jack off, but opted to lay like a wet noodle 
underneath him, feeling the violent thrusts of his ramrod into my 
rectum. "Ohhh yeahhhh! Take my cock in yer ass! Yeahhhh ORRRHH"
Marek ranted, focused on his efforts to fuck me. The springs of
the mattress creaked every time he descended in my guts. Brand
new pleasures emerged as my asshole accepted the intrusion. Just 
as I was beginning to appreciate anal sex, he pulled out and 
motioned to Julian to take my spot.

   We traded places. I trudged to the chair, happy but with a 
sore butthole. A certain sense of achievement lifted my spirit. I
beamed, ready to witness if my younger friend would be man enough
to take it up his lil' ass without crying. Julian clambered on 
the bed. His bubble butt was so small. I expected him to 
squeal. "Are you gonna do it hard like the last time?" He asked 
Marek.

   'last time'? I repeated in my head. What? Had he done this
before without telling me? How many times?

   "Even harder." The teenager responded. "I'm gonna really nail
you."

   "Oh." Julian peeped, bowed forward and hoisted up his 
posterior.

   Marek applied more grease to his cock. He approached the 
little redhead on all four and squatted to align his tool with 
the kid's pucker. Unlike my penetration, it went smoothly. Marek 
buried the end of his huge phallus on the first try. "OOOOuhh 
Ouuuhhh!!!!" Julian hissed, tilting his head back, going weak all
over. For an instant, I thought he would forfeit and wreck our 
pact.

   But the boy got back up, sniffing up his tears, clutching the
bed sheets. Marek grasped his shoulders, sliding his teenage cock
firmly. "ORHHHH, you're such a tight fuck!" He muttered. From
where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of his fat cock 
splitting open my pal's bony ass. The obscene spectacle got me hot
and I played with my dick.

   "Yeahhh take it some more..." Marek said, thrusting deeper. 

   "ANNGGH!" Julian yelped, absorbing another inch of meat.

   "Yeahhh That's it! take it some more..." Marek reiterated, 
thrusting deeper. 
   
   "ANNNNNNGGH!" Julian hollered, absorbing another two inches of
meat.

   I watched intently as the dilated ring swallowed more and more
cock until Marek crammed all nine-inches into it. At this point,
Julian supported the full weight of the teenager on his knees.
His freckled face was covered with the sweat from his forehead.
I felt some compassion for the poor kid. He was doing it for me.

   "Ohhh yeah! Get ready for the FUCK of your life!" Marek 
affirmed.

   What ensued left me bewildered for days. It could not be 
compared to the playful fornication we had coaxed Oskar into. 
Marek began to fuck Julian gently, then quickly sped up, jamming
and ramming into his anus. I stared at his huge cock vanish 
completely between my pal's white buns, squinting in utter
disbelief.

   "Anngghh angghhh angghhh!" Julian grunted, elevating his butt,
receiving the piston like a good slut. Marek's hipbone collided 
with the boy's little ass. His pendulous balls began to slap 
on it, as if he was spanking the child.

   "YEAHHH FUCK! FUCK YEAH!" The teenager roared, smothering
Julian and driving his fuckstick deep into his rectum. At times,
he paused, waiting for the pleasure to decrease. Then he pursed
to bugger Julian with the same unbridled passion. Even the dogs
I had seen copulate many times were not that excessive.

   Julian's skinny body shuddered with every gigantic thrust. He
wasn't big for his age. A real throwabout. Marek took advantage
of his vulnerability and banged his butt ruthlessly. I was amazed
by Julian's docility. Whenever he fell from the relentless 
hammering into his butt, he got back on his hands right away and
spread his knees wide to enable the teenager to fuck him some 
more. 

   For longer than I had anticipated, he got pounded in the ass,
cooing like a wounded animal, jacking off once in a while. Marek
eventually extracted his pole out of his butt, inch by inch. I
got a good look at my pal's red-rimmed anus before it was 
inundated with spunk. Marek gripped his cock and groaned. His
thick white jizz gushed out repeatedly in the gaping crater.

   "Oh shit! That was great!" He said in the end, getting off the
bed and strutting to his clothes.

   I waited for him to reveal to us who owned the treasure map, 
praying that we had not been fooled once again by the big lad. 
Marek put his underwear and his army camouflage pants back on, 
taking his time. I certainly didn't expect him to express remorse
for the fact that he had fucked us, but I had presumed he would
at the very least, be amicable.

   "You gotta tell us now!" I begged. 

   "Mr. Pulaski has the treasure map." Marek said. "The old kook 
hides it somewhere."


CHAPTER 5.


   No one in our village locked their doors. Nobody owned 
anything of value. The notion of a thief entering a home and 
taking something was totally alien to the few members of our 
community. We all knew each other anyway.

   This made it easy for us to search for the map of the 
treasure. Mr. Pulaski went to the chapel every day, trotting 
fastidiously, supporting himself on his cane. The ritual of 
the ninety-year-old man afforded us a solid hour to peruse 
through his meagre possessions for the coveted item. We 
waltzed into his house via the front door and searched every 
nook and cranny, carefully putting back the objects we had 
moved in their original spot. 

   Usually, after hours of unproductive investigating, we'd 
resort to fucking Oskar in Mr. Matejko's hangar or anywhere
we wouldn't get caught. The willing tyke cherished the 
attention, although we were strictly interested in his small
butt. Julian was the obsessed one. He fucked his little
brother three of four times a day. Sometimes, I slipped into
him while he did it to Oskar. The three of us were merged
together. A pleasant way of sealing our friendship.

   Julian got his first wet orgasm. We told Oskar that our
dick juice was essential to the nutrition of a healthy lad.
The little redhead diligently opened his mouth every time to
capture our boyish spurts of cum and swallowed without 
objecting once.

   Despite days of trespass, we could not find the location 
of the map in Mr. Pulaski's house. I didn't want to believe
that Marek had lied to us. To be honest, I doubted we would 
ever discover the map but I esteemed the company of the 
would-be soldier too much to let a few weeks of sterile 
rummaging get in the way of my budding infatuation. Marek was 
a young God. He was everything that I aspired to become.

  By then, we were having sex on a regular basis. I had grown 
accustomed to the incessant advances of the horny teenager. We 
gave each other hand jobs and blowjobs. In between sex, we 
listened to western rock n' roll music, smoked cigarettes and 
drank vodka. Marek made me feel older, important and useful. 
If my mother ever found out that I sneaked out every evening 
to go meet the older boy, nearly a man, she would have spanked
my little butt black and blue. The risk associated with my 
improper conduct contributed to the exhilaration.

   I was particularly fascinated with Marek's circumcised 
penis. How even in a dormant state, the large bare head at the
end of it made it seem like he was aroused. Removing the 
foreskin was an uncommon chirurgical procedure for our part of 
the world. It turned out the boy had to be cut as a toddler 
for medical reasons. A blessing, for I spent hours licking the
big knob, feasting on the smooth spongy flesh.

   Periodically, I sat on Marek's spike. He held my waist while
I lowered my little ass on it until the hot compact mass 
pierced into me. My ambition was to be fucked by the tall lad
in the same fashion he had fucked Julian. Hard and deep. So,
I impaled myself, training my reluctant hole. Having the prick
of the boy I idolized so much inside me was invigorating. I 
bounced on the prong and jacked off, achieving terrific
orgasms. A dozen of so little puddles of my cum dotted his 
flat chest afterwards.

   Eventually, I presumed that I was ripe for the ride and
let Marek take control. Laying naked on my tummy with two 
pillows under my midsection, my butt itched for the thunder of
his brute strength. The teenager slapped my buns and proceeded
to stuff his nine-inch cock into my waiting asshole. "Ughhhhn"
I grunted when the big head burst inside me. My fingers 
clutched the sheets. His broad penis progressed rapidly into
my guts and finally his prickly pubes tickled my crack.

   I let out a moan. Marek kissed the back of my head and
began to fuck me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I exhaled, melting from
the intense dose of pain and pleasure. Tiny jolts travelled up
my spine. One moment, I could feel his bloated cock squeezed
between my buttocks and the other it throbbed in my rectum. The
big lad raved, "Ohhhh yeahhh ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh", as he drove
his fuckstick in my twelve-year-old butt.

   I regressed to the shy little kid that I used to be, 
dissimulating how much I enjoyed the feel of his thick meat 
stretching my asshole. Marek rested on top of me and 
accentuated his thrusts. His head next to mine, he slammed into
me harder and harder and harder, until he pounded my butt, just
like I wanted. Uncontrollable whimpers came out of my mouth as 
his weight crushed me and his pelvis smashed against my buns.   

   "Yeahhh ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh FUCK! Yeahhh!" He yelled out,
obviously relishing the savage coupling.

   My senses went into overload. My prostate quivered from
the incessant jabbing. I raised my chin and wailed, spilling my
boyish load on the pillow beneath me. Marek's erection swelled.
His hot teenage cream gushed out into my rectum. We jerked in 
unison, savouring every fleeting second of our mutual orgasms.

   Near the end of august, Oskar Julian and I multiplied our 
visits to Mr. Pulaski's house to find the map of the treasure. 
We checked everywhere again.

   "I don't think it's in here." Oskar sighed, bored and
discouraged by our raids.

   "It's gotta be in here!" I asserted. Or perhaps not? It 
occurred to me that the wise man must have known that inside 
his domicile would be the first place someone would look for 
it. Thus, I dragged my young partners in crime outside.

   It was Oskar who found it. The precious item was lodged 
under a loose plank on the side of the house. We fled with our 
loot to examine it in a safe spot. Our eyes aglow, we studied 
the yellowed cloth. It showed a drawing of our village with 
mysterious indications. Underneath, written in coarse black 
ink, were the directions to get to the treasure.

   "This is it!" I yelled out. "Thank you, Oskar! You found 
it!" I rejoiced, kissing him square on the mouth.
                         
   We raced to our respective homes to get our shovels and 
reunited at the town square. I read the directions aloud, 
marching cautiously with my buddies in tow.

   "From the well walk north twenty steps."
   "Turn right after the big rock."
   "walk another hundred steps east into the forest."
   "Under the oldest willow tree is where ye shall find me."

   Evidently, the oldest willow was the tallest. That we knew 
and promptly dug amidst the angry roots. Ten minutes later,
Julian unearthed a wooden box. I dove in the hole, clearing 
away the dirt with my hands. The brothers kneeled beside me. 
I removed enough soil to open the lid. We glanced at each 
other, our tummies afire with pangs of jubilance.

   "We're gonna be rich!" I cheered, hugging my friends. 
Julian screamed and Oskar jumped up and down.

   The box creaked when I opened it.

   Our eyes bore into what it contained.

   In the middle of the velvet lining, there was a book. I 
adjusted my glasses and read the title.

   "What does it say? What does it say?!" Oskar peeped.
 
   "Folktales, Legends and Extraordinary stories of Eastern 
Europe" I muttered.

   The two redheads didn't comprehend. I browsed through the 
pages, getting that sinking feeling that I was so familiar 
with. Under the name of our village, a short paragraph told of
how the founder had fabricated the false tale to  attract 
settlers. I should have been irate, dejected or in denial. But 
I laughed. I laughed hysterically. The brothers looked at me 
as if I had lost my mind. I tumbled on the ground, holding my 
sides, aching from laughing too hard.

   Yes, we had been screwed.

   In every sense of the word.


THE END


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