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 Our Papa, Our Pimp By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com M+,b+,
prostitution, anal, oral, incest, ws, nc, enema (incidental)

   This story is entirely fiction.  It will contain scenes of sexual acts
between men and boys and between boys and boys.  It will also contain some
scenes involving urination, If reading this type of story is illegal where
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   Chapter 2: Early Days

   From Chapter 1

   I let the clamp on Riley's tube go.  He shrieks and jerks upright.  He
stands as straight as a wooden soldier.  I turn the water on for mine and
as soon as the warm water hits me, I have a great tummy cramp orgasm.  The
absolute best type.  Riley's whimpering.  I'm panting.  And both our
tummy's are filling up.

   It takes a couple of minutes for Riley's bag to empty but I can hear the
gurgle over his weeping.  I keep the water rushing into me a little longer,
then shut off the shower shot.  A special check valve -- that's what Papa
calls it -- keeps shitty water from backing into the hose.

   It's time to wash up while the water does its thing.  As I soap Riley
up, I think back to my first time with clients three years ago when I was
Riley's age.

   Now on to Chapter 2

   I was about 4 months from my 9th birthday the afternoon my Papa came
into my room and told me he had something he wanted me to do.

   I was playing with Riley -- well kind of bossing him in our play.  He
was only 5 so I didn't like playing with him much unless I wanted to play
with some of his toys.  Like his great bunch of cars and trucks and stuff.
Or the boytoy between his legs.  Or the even better toy between his butt
cheeks.

   I was pretty sure Papa wanted to play the "mouth game" as he called it.
But I'd heard enough street talk to know it was really called a blow job.
Plus that's what it was called on the movies I saw him and Uncle Tony
watching in the front room.  The men in the movies played the mouth game a
lot before they did what me and Riley did at night.  Papa didn't know we
did that stuff.  In the rear end.  But the guys in the movies looked like
they liked it a lot.  And my dickie wasn't nowhere as big as theirs.  So we
tried it and it was sooooo sweet.  Giving and taking.

   Anyways, I liked the mouth game and had been doing it for as long as I
could remember with him and Uncle Tony.  Normally Papa would just wave at
me with his head and we'd go someplace Riley wouldn't see us.  Papa usually
didn't say nothing about it.

   When we got into the hallway just outside me and Riley's room, I reached
over and started unzipping his pants like I usually do.  Getting him ready
for when we got where he wanted me to do it.  This time he pushed my hand
away.

   "We're not doing nothing now," he squawked at me like I'd done something
bad.  "Come on in the bathroom."

   When we got there he started taking off his clothes and told me to strip
outta mine.  I know him and Uncle Tony like seeing my boy body naked and
all but he sounded different this time.

   "You stink.  You know that," he said pushing me into the shower.

   Once we were in he screwed this metal hose thing onto the shower.  It
had a funny looking thing at the end.  Like a metal dickie.  I just stared
as Papa squeezed some shampoo on it.  He told me to bend over.  I knew what
was coming.  Before that time the only thing I'd ever had back there was
his and Uncle Tony's fingers.  Oh, yeah my finger and Riley's.  And his
dickie, too.  But I knew what Papa was gonna do and it looked frickin'
huge.

   He pushed the metal dickie thing against my hole and it frickin' hurt so
much I yelled.  It wouldn't go in although he was pushing real hard.  REAL
hard.

   "Stop.  It hurts!" I screamed.

   "Sissy," Papa said and stopped trying to push it in.  "This ain't
nothing compared to what's coming.  Don't go no place."

   Where was I gonna go?  So of course I waited.  He came back a couple of
minutes later.  This time he had a clear plastic tube type thing.  It was
long and had two funny looking bulby things down near the pointy part. 
There are a couple of squeeze bulbs dangling from the top.  He unscrewed
the dickie thing on the hose and screwed the plastic thing on.

   "Bend over, sissy boy," he snapped.  No shampoo this time.  He just
pushed it in hard.  It hurt but nothing as bad as the dickie thing.  Soon
as it gets in, Papa is squeezing the bulbs and I get this real full feeling
right inside my butt hole.  I can also feel the balloony thing getting
bigger right outside it too.

   I know what's next.  Papa's given me enemas before when my tummy ached
-- only I called `em emenas in those day.  While he's squeezing, Riley pads
into the bathroom.  We only had one in that house back then.  He pulls his
shorts down and sits on the toilet.

   I hear this plop . . .  plop . . .  plop.  You know something.  No
matter how bad someone's poop stinks, you gotta try to smell it.  And his
always stinks bad.  It's funny.  Riley taking a poop just when I'm getting
an emena.  Riley's done but doesn't wipe.  Never does.  Asks me to or his
butt goes dirty.  He's watching us, eyes hella wide with his hands between
his legs.  I can't tell if he's playing with his dickie or not.

   As soon as Papa's done with the squeezing, he turns on the shower. 
Whoosh.  I'm filled fast with really warm, almost hot, water inside my poop
chute.  Fast.

   I'm still bent over then I get this huge tummy cramp right away.  It's
followed by the hugest gooey I ever got.  So strong I jerked straight up
like a little toy soldier.  My two-incher jumps around and I'm yelling cuz
it feels so good and it won't stop.  Tummy cramp.  Dick shaking gooey. 
Right then I fucking fall in love with emenas.

   Oh yeah.  A gooey.  A gooey's a cum in case you don't get it.  That's
what I used to call the good feeling me and Riley get when we suck or fuck
each other or shove our fingers in our butts.  Gooey cuz they made me feel
gooey inside.  Nothing came out back then.  Dry of course.  Still are.  But
gooey's how it felt.  And Papa's and Uncle Tony's were gooey for real.

   "You going to play the mouth game with Brayden?" Riley's soft, thin
little voice breaks through the spasm I'm feeling right then.  How does HE
know about the mouth game?  Unless. . .

   "Something like that," Papa says, washing me all over as I finish up my
glorious cum.  Now the water gurgling in me doesn't feel so good.  Feels
like way too much.  Like it's gonna burst right outta my tummy.  I get more
real bad cramps and I feel like I gotta dump all the water out.  But the
balloony things are keeping it all in.  I'm still hard, though.

   Papa's all done washing me all over except in back.  He's fiddling
around with the tubing and I'm cramping awful but my dickie is begging to
be pulled on.  I spit on my hand still thinking I'm going to blow up and
jerk like crazy.  I start getting all goosey feeling again.  Papa suddenly
pulls the emena stuff outta me and I do explode.  Out of my butt.  Poopy
water and poopy pieces everywhere in the shower.  And Im having a HUGE
gooey.  Huge and hurting and it stinks real bad and it feels so good all
over.  Even the hurting.

   I'm barely able to stand up and I hear Riley laughing.

   "You exploded.  Your poop hole exploded alllll over the place.  And it
stanks!" he laughs some more.

   Papa hosed me off with the emena hose and then stuck it in three more
times.  But no balloony things.  Just enough to rinse me out until the
water was clear.

   When I'm all clean outside and in, Papa tells me to dry off and meet in
his bedroom.  When I'm ready, Riley jumps off the toilet seat and pulls his
unders up.  Didn't ask me so I didn't wipe him.  I'm pretty wiped myself
anyway.

   When I get to Papa and Uncle Tony's room, they're both in there.  They
make Riley go back to our room.  Papa tosses me a dark blue wife beater.  I
pull it on.  It's kinda tight but it feels so good against my skin.  I do
what any 8-year, almost 9-year old, would do.  I make a muscle.

   "Ain't he cute like that, Bill," my Uncle Tony says.  "And sexy as
fuck!"

   OOOOO!  The "f" word.  But I feel macho and sexy in the shirt.  Uncle
Tony's clicking away, taking pictures.  He's always taking me and Riley's
pictures.  Sometimes even naked.  And sometimes even taking pictures of me
during the mouth game.  Thinking about the mouth game makes me wonder for a
sec if maybe Riley's playing it with them too.  He's real good playing it
with me.

   "Whatever," my Papa says.  Uncle Tony always talks nicer to me and Riley
than Papa.  But I know Papa still loves us even though sometimes it don't
seem like it.

   Papa tosses me the socks.  They're knee length and the same dark blue as
the shirt.  And they're sooooo soft.  Uncle Tony has me stand up and takes
more pictures with his camera.

   Uncle Tony keeps taking pictures of me making muscles.Then he says, "You
think you can make your little soldier stand up?"

   Little soldier.  That's what he calls my dickie.  I think it's a funny
name but I like it.  He calls it that a lot when he's playing the mouth
game on me.  Which Papa NEVER does.  Ever.  I wish he would but. . .  Oh
well.

   So I pull on my little soldier.  It's kinda sore from the shower but he
still stands up tall.  [CLICK] At attention tight against my tummy. 
[CLICK] I make more muscle poses.[CLICK.  CLICK.  CLICK.] After a couple of
minutes, Papa tells him "that's enough" and tosses me some underpants.

   You think the shirt and socks were cool?  The unders are way cooler to
the top degree.  They're Sponge Bob Square Pants underpants!  They're way
different from the Underoos some of my friends wear.  Regular Underoos are
white with colored things where they're sewn up.  And Sponge Bob is really
little.  These are way awesome.  They're bright yellow and Sponge Bob's
face is all the way across the front of them.  I slip them on.  They're
tight like Speedos.

   I look down and laugh.  Sponge Bob's nose is sticking out.  My dickie
fits right into where his big nose it.  I dance around and wiggle my hips
so Sponge Bob's nose wiggles around.  I snip his nose and tell him he's a
bad Sponge Bob.  And I really, really, really love my very first new
unders. I hug Papa and Uncle Tony.

   "Cool it," Papa says.  "You gotta get dressed still." I didn't want to
get dressed.  I wanted to wear my Sponge Bobs everywhere!  I didn't care
who saw my hard dickie.  And it was NOT going down!

   Then Papa goes into the closet and pulls out the onlyest thing that
could have been even better than the Sponge Bob Square Pants underpants.

   Can you guess what it was?

   It was on a hanger.  Blue shirt and blue short pants.  And a blue and
yellow cap.

   Can you guess now?

   It was a Cub Scout uniform!  I knew it was cuz some of the guys in my
5th grade class are Cub Scouts.  It's got patches and everything on it!  I
danced around like a crazy kid when I saw it.  I was sure my Papa was going
to let me join.  I'd asked about a million times.

   He grabs me by the shoulder and pushes the hanger into my hand.

   "Calm down and put it on."

   I'm so excited as pull on the shorts I don't notice something.  I do
notice the shorts are different than my friend Brian's.  His come to just
above the knee.  And they're loose.  Mine come up way higher.  And they're
real snug, specially around my boy parts.  But that feels good and I like
it.

   Right after I pull them on I notice something weird on the shirt.  It
looks just like Brian's uniform except the patches are different.  I've
looked at his so many times I can tell exactly what they look like.  And
like I said, these are way different.  I get a sinking feeling when I see
them.

   Brian's got a patch called a World Scout Crest Emblem.  It's the one I
like the most.  It's really pretty.  It's kind of like the French symbol.
It's called a "flower do something" in French.  So that's the one I looked
at first.  My shirt has something like it, but it's not the same thing. 
It's a dickie.  A hard little dickie with two balls on the side.  It's like
Brian's.  It doesn't have the skin on it like me and Riley's do.

   The patch over the right pocket is supposed to say "Boy Scouts of
America." This one says "Boy Sluts of America." The Council Shoulder patch
says "Man/Boy Sex Council." The unit numerals -- white numbers on red --
say "69." The den number patch says "69" too.  The cap's just like Brian's
except its patch isn't a wolf or bear.  It's a full on embroidered naked
boy.  Cute, too.  But not hard like I am right then.

   The last thing is the slidey thing for the kerchief.  It's real metal
and looks like a man's fat dick in a chubby butt hole.

   I look at Papa and then at Uncle Tony.  It's weird.  I'm disappointed
that I won't be in Cub Scouts.  Least not with this uniform.  But I like it
and it makes my dickie even harder than it was.

   "Guess I won't be joining Cub Scouts, huh?"

   Uncle Tony answers by hugging me.  "You're a special type of scout.  You
in "Boy Sluts of America."

   "Is it like a game with you guys?  Like the mouth game?"

   "Naw," my Papa says.  "It's for real.  There other boys in it.  We're
going to a special meeting after you get that uniform on your fat ass."

   While I got dressed, Papa and Uncle Tony put on grown up khaki uniforms.
They had tons of patches and badges that looked really cool.  I thought
maybe I'd like this scouting thing.

   About 15 minutes later, me, Papa, and Uncle Tony are driving up a long
driveway with trees on both sides.  Riley wanted to come when he saw my
uniform but Papa had him stay at Mrs.  Johnson's next door.  Right as we
drive up this long, long driveway, Uncle Tony hands me a water bottle and
two funny looking pills.  I hate taking pills.  One is yellow and looks
kinda like a football but not really.  More squished up and like a
triangle. There other one is a white circle.  I look at Uncle Tony with a
`what's this' look.

   "Vitamins," he answers my unasked question.  "You're going to need to
keep up your strength." I take them and gag at first but I do swallow them.
Papa and Uncle Tony take them too.  I guess they're gonna need vitamins
too.

   The house we drive to is really huge.  Like five or ten of ours could
fit inside it.  And pretty.  Papa rings the bell and a voice comes outta
nowhere.

   "Are you here for the Scouting meeting?" the voice says.

   "Yes, sir," my Papa says.  Which is weird cuz he never calls no one
"sir." "BSA recruit Brayden Allred ready to be presented to the Council."

   Brayden Allred.  That's me and hearing I'm gonna be presented to
something called a council sounds so cool.

   The door buzzes and Papa and Uncle Tony walk in and right down this long
hallway like they been there before.  I'm a little excited and more than a
little scared.  I follow behind them, kind of hiding behind Uncle Tony.

   We get in an elevator to get in, but to get it Papa had to use a number
pad thing.  We go down a floor.  The elevator doors open and we all step
into this big room.  It's really bright and I have to squint to get used to
the light.  Papa pushes me forward and I kind of stumble a little then skid
to a stop in front of three men, all in uniforms like Papa and Uncle
Tony's. Only they got even more patches and medals.

   My eyes start getting used to the light and I see big comfy looking
chairs and three big beds.  Way bigger than Riley and mine.  And guess what
the other things I see are?  I'll bet you can't.

   All over the room are four cameras.  Like real professional movie cams.
And each one's got a man behind it.  Only they're not in uniforms.  And
they're filming me.  I can teel!  Cool.

   Papa and Uncle Tony step up behind me.  Papa says, "BSA Scout Recruit
Brayden Allred present for induction into the Boy Sluts of America."

   The men look at me real serious like.  The man in the middle reaches
between my legs, grabs my little goolies, and pulls me right in front of
him.  It HURTS!

   "Are you ready, Recruit Brayden?" he snaps.

   I mutter, "yes."

   A slap across my face jerks my head to the right.  My cheeks burns and
so do my eyes.  I don't want to cry.  I hate crying and almost never cry.
But I can feel the tears welling up and dripping out my eyes.

   "Speak up faggot scout!" the man screams.  "And always say `sir' every
time you speak to one of your Boy Slut Masters." But that ain't all.  He
grabs my balls again and squeezes them tighter and tighter and tighter.

   "You heard me faggot scout.  ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR INITIATION!"

   I can barely squeak through the awful pain.  I feel like I'm gonna puke.
But he keeps squeezing and I know he's not going to stop until I say
something.

   "YES, SIR" I yell but it comes out like a squeak.  It must be okay cuz
he lets go.  I double over and wait until the pukey feeling goes away.  As
I'm bent over I can hear the sound of a zipper.  And then another and then
a bunch of them.  I straighten up and the three men in front of me have
their pants wide open.  None of them have on underwear.  I look around. 
The men at the cameras have their pants open too.  No underwear.  I turn
around.  Papa and Uncle Tony too.  Only they're kneeling down, untying
their shoes.  That's when I realize me, my Papa, and Uncle Tony are the
only guys with shoes on.

   The man in front of me grabs my balls again but he doesn't squeeze this
time.  He don't have to.  I immediately look right at him.

   "I am the head Boy Slut Scout Master for the entire Council.  You are to
call me `Scout Master Chris.' Or, if you're in a hurry, `Master Chris.'
These men are my assistants Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim.  Salute
them with the Boy Slut Scout salute."

   I've seen Brian do the salute a million times so I do what he does.  Two
fingers.  Right hand.  Sharply snapped to the right eyebrow.

   Scout Master Chris gives me a hard squeeze.  Not so hard to really hurt
but hard enough to tell me I made a mistake.

   "Nice try, faggot scout.  But that's a Boy Scout Salute.  You're a Boy
Slut Scout.  Where do you think you're supposed to salute?"

   I really don't have to guess cuz he gives my balls another good squeeze.
This one hurts.  I quickly do the salute down there, hitting his hands as I
do about three times.

   "Good work, faggot scout Brayden," Scout Master Chris says.  "Your
current rank is Faggot Scout.  Here's your Badge of Rank." He gets a patch
off of the table behind him that looks kinda like the ones Brian's got on
his shirt.  This one's a pink diamond with the word "FAG" in black.  He
pulls a paper off the back and carefully places it where Brian's got his
rank patches.

   "In the other, boring Scouting, it takes a long time to progress from
one rank to the next.  We're a lot more fair.  By the time you leave today,
you'll move up two ranks."

   With that he slaps me hard on the other cheek, sending my head snapping
to the left.

   "What are you waiting for, pull down my pants.  Take them off.  And
start earning your next rank!"

   I'm not exactly sure what he wants, but I've got a good idea.  I kneel
down and get his pants off without too much trouble.  Without being asked I
fold them as neat as I can.  He's really hairy all over and his dickie is
big.  I mean really big.  It's like Brian's.  It doesn't have any skin on
the end like me and Riley's.  Or my Papa and Uncle Tony.  It ain't hard yet
but it's really full looking like Papa's and Uncle Tony's look when they're
getting ready for the mouth game.  I kneel down and look up.

   "You want me to play the mouth game?" I ask, then quickly add, "Scout
Master Chris, sir!  You want me to suck on your dickie?"

   He chuckles.

   "I should punish you for not using the right terms.  You, faggot scout
Brayden, you have a dickie.  Men like your scout masters, your father, and
your uncle have cocks.  Say it right or I'll kick you in your tiny,
insignificant balls.  Tell me what you want."

   "Cock, sir.  I want to suck your cock, sir." Funny thing is, I'm really
scared but I do want to suck his big dickie.  I mean cock.  It's dripping
the sweet tasting stuff I really love.  Me and Riley don't drip it but Papa
and Uncle Tony do.  I lift the cock up and lick it.  Right then I notice
movement to my right and left.  I don't turn my head.  I'm too busy licking
the good stuff.  But I look with my eyes.  Scout Masters Nick and Tim are
now completely naked.  From the sounds behind me I bet my Papa and Uncle
Tony are getting naked too.

   "This could be fun!" I think.  Scout Master Chris's cock is starting to
get more than just firm.  As I lick the tip and get the sweet stuff off,
the tip grows thicker and so does the stalk.  It starts rising up all by
itself just like mine does when I start feeling all sexy like.  Pretty soon
it's about as hard as I seen a man's cock before.  Harder than Papa and
Uncle Tony's most times.  And the sweet stuff isn't oozing out like it was.
It's full on dripping.

   "Suck it, faggot" "Scout Master Chris says.

   "Yes, sir," I reply and salute proper by hitting my balls with my
two-finger salute.  And I hit `em hard.  I gotta stretch my mouth open real
wide to get the head in.  It reminds me of when I once saw a snake swallow
a mouse.  I know what's coming soon from when I play the mouth game with
Papa and Uncle Tony.  Sure enough, he starts pushing his cock deeper into
my mouth.  Tell you the truth, it's the biggest fucking cock I've ever had
in there and he just keeps pushing forward.  Then he pulls back until the
very tip is right back at my lips and I'm like kissing it.  Then in.

   "Watch the teeth, faggot," he says and slaps me.  I know about teeth and
sucking from, well you know who.  Only this time he pushed in so sudden I
couldn't get ready.

   "Sorry, sir," I say but it sounds like `shwawwy sha' with my mouth so
full of cock.  He pulls back a little then WHAM!  He shoves the thing as
far in as it'll go.  Right into the top of my throat.  I start getting
sick. I know I'm gonna puke and I know that's not a good thing.  But I
can't help it.  It rises up and tries to get out but my throat's totally
plugged.

   "Fuck, man," I hear him say but just barely.  Everything's starting to
get wavy and blurry.  "I just love the way boy puke feels on my piss slit."
And then I totally black out.

   I don't know how long I'm out but Papa and Uncle Tony are over me. 
Papa's gently slapping my face to wake me up.  There's sick on my shirt,
but Uncle Tony's wiping it clean.

   "You like that, faggot scout Brayden?" Scout Master Chris's voice floats
to me from above.  "You like having a man cock deep in your throat, showing
you who's Scout Master?"

   Funny thing is, even though I hate barfing, even though I blacked out,
even though I peed myself when I fainted, I did like it.  Liked it a lot!

   As my head clears, I see Scout Master Chris is standing over me.  His
dickie is still really, really hard.  It's kinda funny looking.  It don't
stick straight out like Papa and Uncle John's when they got bones.  It's
kinda crooked and bent looking.  And oh, so big.  It's still dripping the
sweet stuff.

   "Now it's Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim's turn.  After you suck
them you can do your den fathers Bill and Tony.  That's my Papa and Uncle
Tony.  You remember that when I started with Scout Master Chris, he wasn't
hard.  Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim are hella hard.  And
dripping. And pulling on their dickies.

   There I go again.  Not dickies.  They're pulling on their cocks.  Men
got cocks.  Little boys like me got dickies.  Only their cocks aren't
anywhere as big as Scout Master Chris's.  Or Papa and Uncle Tony's.  But
they both still look delish!  I get back up on my knees and look down at
the huge pee spot on my new shorts.  I kinda am embarrassed but I don't
really care.  The only thing about peeing myself that bothers me is that I
wet my Sponge Bob unders.

   I crawl over to Scout Master Nick and pull his thingy down.  I lick the
tip and suck up all the sweet stuff on it.  Then Scout Master Tim pushes
his in my face.  I grab it and lick.  I go back and forth and then I suck
in Scout Master Tim's yummy cock and suck it back as far as it will go. 
His hair tickles my nose.  I'm going to make it spit like I do in the mouth
game, but he pushes me off.

   "That's one talented cocksucker you got there, Bill" he says.  "But I'm
saving my cock for the glory stroke."

   I don't know what he means, but he moves away so all I got to do is suck
on Scout Master Nick's beauty.  His is a little bigger than Scout Master
Tim's so I have to really work to get my nose in his hairs.  I'm gagging
when I get that far and he's moaning so so loud.

   Scout Master Chris snarls at him, "Save yourself!  You know you have to
hold off for the final act."

   So Scout Master Nick pulls out too.  I'm disappointed but I know I still
got two more cocks to work on.  Papa and Uncle Tony's.  I crawl to both of
them, my knees scrubbing along the floor but I don't care.  I've never felt
so wonderful before.  I can't describe it.  It's like I all of a sudden
love everyone in the room.  Even the guys with the cameras.  I hadn't
noticed it before, but they're all way closer to me, one's even right at my
face.  And all these guys, they've all got hard dicks.  This is the first
time I've ever seen so many hard men cocks.  They all look so different. 
Only Papa and Uncle Tony's look the same.  I guess cuz they're brothers.

   My brain kinda sorts them by size.  Three of the cameramen's dicks are
around the same size as Scout Masters Tim and Nick's.  Maybe a little
bigger.  Then there's Papa and Uncle Tony's.  They both pretty big.  My
tummy gets all happy feeling crawling to them knowing I've been playing the
mouth game with guys with big dicks.  Or cocks.  I love both of those words
right then so much.  I even wish I could roll around in the words like they
were pudding smeared all over the floor.  Then there's Scout Master Chris's
HUGE cock.  It's so big .  I love, love, love it.  I want to go back and
kiss it all over and swallow it again until I black out.

   But then there's this one cameraman who's filming real close.  He's got
the chocolate colored skin I know would taste so good.  His cock is big and
fat and dripping like a faucet.  Big?  It looks like my little brother's
leg it's so big.  I totally want to swallow it.  I know it would go down to
my tummy.  All the way.

   I get to my Papa.  The rule in the mouth game is I do it to him first.
Always.  I look up at him.  I feel so wonderful I feel like crying.  So I
do.  Not sad tears but happy, happy tears.

   "I love you so much, Papa," I say and kiss and lick his dick all over. I
never kissed it before but now I so love Papa and I so love his cock that I
gotta show him.

   Uncle Tony says, "Wow!  Looks like the E's kicked in.  Look at his eyes.
I've never seen them so blue.  He's so beautiful, you know that Bill?  I
love the little fucker so much, Bro."

   "Looks like it's kicked in for you, too, Tony.  Know it has for me.  I
love this stuff."

   I suck all of Papa all the way down in one gulp.  I gag a little but I
know I won't barf.  I get his cock down farther in my throat than I ever
did before.  I don't know how long I suck my Papa, but it feels like
forever.  And a dream.  It feels like a dream.  I never loved my Papa so
much.  I even love when he's rough with me.  About a million years later,
he pulls me off his cock.

   "Not yet, faggot scout.  It's time to do Uncle Tony."

   I don't love nobody more than my Papa.  But right then, I love Uncle
Tony almost as much.  I dive down on his bouncing boner and swallow it deep
too.  All too soon, he's pulling me off its delicious dripping head.

   "Looks like you earned your next rank already," Scout Master Chris says
behind me.  He gently pulls me to my feet, pulls paper off the back of
another Badge of Rank and places it right next to my FAG patch.  "You are
now officially a Boy Slut Scout-Cocksucker Rank"

   I look down.  This one has a little picture of a mouth sucking a cock
embroidered on it.  And the word "Cocksucker." Right then, I'm so proud to
be a Boy Slut Scout-Cocksucker Rank I can't stand it.  I hug Scout Master
Chris real tight and stand on my tiptoes.  I can barely reach his lips but
I give him a huge wet kiss.

   "I love you, Scout Master Chris," I announce.  And then I do the same
for Scout Master Nick and Scout Master Tim.  After kissing them on the lips
I run over to my Papa and Uncle Tony and kiss them.  Only this time I use
my tongue like they taught me.  When I'm done, I rush t the big black guy
filming me up close and throw my arms around him and cuddle my head in
tight to his chest.  I kinda knock the cam out of the way, but another guy
comes over.

   "I love you too even though I don't know your name.  You want me to suck
your chocolate man cock?" I can't believe these words are coming out of my
mouth.  The look in his eyes says "yes" but his mouth says "no."

   "Can't today, boy," he says.  "We got work to do."

   I pull away and yell, "I love Boy Slut Scouts.  I love sucking cocks.  I
love you all!'

   Then Scout Master Chris takes me kinda rough by the balls and squeezes
real hard.  Only it feels real good.

   "We'll see how much you love us after you've earned your next rank," he
says with a mean voice.  I should be scared, but something makes it sound
so good.
   To be continued (And I do finish my stories).