A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be found.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South American jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved sexual acts. Such behavior would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the U.S.A.
The young men in this novel, have already accepted and adjusted to their world of homosexuality. Yet they are given insight into another side of gay sex-into the dark world where souls mix pleasure with pain, agony with ecstasy, delight with domination.
CHICKEN SCHOOLBOYS-deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on how individuals seek and find pleasure-we can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carl Wilson strolled along the boardwalk feeling good, even cocky-and just a little uneasy at the same time. He had just swung a hammer at the strongman sideshow and had propelled the little missile up and up with his powerful blow. It had zoomed like a rocket till it hit and rang the bell at the top, turning heads with its clang of victory.
There was applause. People always admired Carl for his brawny strength and his simple good looks. He grinned rather modestly as the people clapped and youngsters stared. He took the big stuffed bear the arcade man handed him, and gave it to a little boy in the crowd. Then he sauntered on down the boardwalk.
Swinging the hammer felt good, yeah, but there was another need he felt, too. A heavy feeling in his balls that welled up through his belly. Hell, the man was feeling horny, as usual, and the crisp warm air of the ocean along with his virile demonstration had him about to pop his load. But how? The twenty-five-year-old had always felt uncomfortable around women, even though he went through the pretense of dating for a while.
Carl was shy, really. He found he liked working with the youngsters in his new job as athletic director for a local private boy's school. Then he'd spend his time working out or camping, often alone. And, more and more often, the man found himself thinking of those wonderfully ripe little lads he worked with during the day, their sleek, slender bodies slicing through the water or scampering around naked in the locker room...
Then-bingo! He saw the boy. He was leaning with his elbows up against the railing, looking the other way while Carl stared. The boy was beautiful! And more than beautiful-the kid was the most desirable, the sexiest thing the man had ever seen. The kid was willowy thin, but not real scrawny. Rather, his body was like a pliant, straight line from his chest to hips, with less than eighty pounds on his delicate bones. Carl had the crazy thought that the youngster was a perfect flesh-tube to hold his aching cockmeat.
Joey's head turned on his slender neck as Carl looked. He had a lush mane of blonde hair swept back around his tiny ears and down, almost touching his bony shoulders. A few strands flew loose in the wind down over the boy's forehead almost into his eyes. The youngster's arms were spread enough up on the railing for Carl to see that his armpits were coral-smooth and moist.
And the little kid was about naked, with just a thin nylon swim suit hugging his almost nonexistent hips. It looked like something the kid had worn for a couple years and kind of grew out of. It was worn rather thin, too, and Carl could see the flow of the kid's lean cock right through the flimsy fabric. Joey felt the man's eyes on him. He arched his pelvis out in an erotic curve, with one small bare foot in front of the other. The seductive pose called attention to the small bulge in his red suit.
Carl's balls boiled at the sight of the kid like that. He was confused, horny, and angry with himself for feeling that way over a young kid. What was he going to do? The feeling was so overwhelming. And the boy looked so fucking irresistible!
Then the kid turned his head. His eyes met Carl's and fixed there, staring back at the man. The little blonde's eyes were bright blue, dazzling! The boy, his eyes still on Carl's, flicked his hair back with a jerk of his fine head. Then he reached for one of his little red nipples and scratched his tit erect. His raspberry-red lips parted slightly, exposing his small white teeth. Joey flirted boyishly with the hunky man. His thin suit rounded out a little more as he gave his thin hips a little wiggle. Carl saw that there was a damp spot growing out from the peak in the thin nylon.
Carl was frozen to the spot. He was sweaty. It was as if all his other senses had closed down to focus on that object of lustful beauty, that gorgeous child so seductive in the sunshine.
Then the man turned away, breathing hard. He couldn't bear it any longer, looking at the boy and not just lunging at him and-yes, he wanted to rape the boy! Hell, the kid was begging for it, wasn't he? No, that couldn't be right, Carl thought. Not a kid that young, that tender, that ripely beautiful. Carl walked a few paces, crazy with lust and almost dizzy with the ideas churned up by the sexy little blonde.
What the hell? thought Joey. He felt frustrated, seeing the heavy-cocked man turn away. He needed the thrill of a man's fucker tearing through his ass-hole, and this man looked like a natural. But the little boy sighed as Carl's shoulders slumped and he turned away.
Joey's eyes brightened. A man who'd walked by a couple times before, was just walking toward him again. Maybe he'd fuck the cum out of his ripe balls; maybe he was hot for his little ass, hoped the eager chicken. Joey turned and grinned up at the approaching man, giving his bony pelvis a little wave.
Shit, Carl thought. He was rolling his lucky coin around in his fingers when it dropped. He looked down and saw it roll for a moment, then plop down between two boards to the sand below. He looked around and spotted a stairway. He sighed and went down it, ducking to avoid a beam as he walked through the sand in the darkness under the boardwalk. There were stripes of sunlight rippling over the sand. He bent over searching for the coin, momentarily forgetting the lush little blonde boy.
"OK, Joey. Nobody can see us here."
"Will you let me, please. Come on, mister, let me do it, please!"
Carl almost jumped hearing the voices. They were close, also under the boardwalk. He looked back and saw the slender bare legs of the boy, the child's tiny toes digging into the sand. Facing them were the heavy boots of a man, the legs of his jeans showing as far up as his knees. Carl knew it was the boy he'd seen. He loved the high, girlish sound of the kid's voice, but he wondered what it was the kid wanted from the man.
"Please! I'll be real good about it. You'll see," came the lad's sweet voice. "I'll get it all down, too."
"Well, OK," said the man. "But if you scrape me with your teeth, I'll slap you silly."
With that, Carl saw the boy drop to his knees. A few boards across the pilings hid most of the view, and he could only see the kid from about his waist up. But he saw that the boy lifted his hands as the man stood there. He heard the sound of a zipper. Then he saw the child rise up a little on his knees and begin to pump forward and back, up and down.
Soft groans came from the man as the child knelt there in front of him. Carl didn't want to admit that what he was seeing was true. What was the boy doing? He hadn't pulled the man's cock out of his jeans, had he? He wasn't putting his mouth on that man's stiff prick, was he? Carl somehow couldn't believe it. That guy wasn't feeling that beautiful lad's lips run down around his fucker, feeling the kid's tongue worm around his thick cockshaft, was he?
Carl heard his own heart beat in his ears as he knelt there, panting softly. His cock was so hard it hurt. His jockeys were damp. His brain reeled as he watched, imagining what the boy was doing to the man. He saw the man lean forward and groan.
"Yeah, that's good, boy. All the way! Feels so slick and tight, boy! I'm just going to ram you now!"
Carl watched as man and boy weaved and pushed against each other. There was a squishing sound as they worked together.
After minutes of this, the man leaned back. There was a juicy plop. "Stand up and turn around!" the man growled.
"Yes, sir," Joey said eagerly, jumping up.
Carl saw the kid was pulled back up against the man, his small bare feet right between his big boots. Then the kid's red swim suit fell down and draped around his ankles. The boy kicked them off. The dreamy little kid must be stark naked, thought Carl with his head swimming and his cock pumping lube.
"Yeah, mister. I can take it. Go ahead, please," pleaded the little boy.
"You're mightly small, kid."
"Go on, do it! I need it sooooo baaaaad! Please!"
Carl saw the kid's feet lifted up as a soft squeal came from him. Then the man lowered the boy till those tiny pink toes of his rested on the instep of his boots. There was groaning and sighing going on as they both began moving against each other again.
"God, you're tight as a greased glove, boy!" gasped the man.
Carl about jumped again as he heard a series of plops hitting the sand near his hand. Watching the child's tiny toes curl over the man's dusty boots, he crawled over nearer the action, till he could almost feel the heat of the boy. He reached out and scooped up some of the slime. Strings of pearly ooze were pelting the beach around him. He gave it a sniff. There was a sweet, bleachy odor to it. It was cum!
"Aaaaaah, that's good," moaned the man above him. "You give nice little nips with your ass when you cum off like that!"
"Feels good, mister," came the high-pitched voice of the child. "You're a big man!"
The man and boy began to work frantically, and Carl heard the slap of their bodies hitting as they writhed around above him. He tried to bend his head under the barrier, but was afraid to get caught spying on the mating scene between man and boy. The speed of their activity increased, and Carl watched the little kid's toes curling and spreading over the dusty leather of the boots. His feet were about lifted off them with each thrust of the man's heaving hips. Then the kid's twitching toes were swinging in the air, the child pulled about four inches off the ground as his body was shaken and punched with frantic brutality.
Then the man slammed himself forward into the boy and held there, gasping.
"Yeah! Goooooood fuck!" sighed the man, "I'm filling you up, boy, giving you a load!"
And there was a rain of slimy cum hitting the sand. Some oily jism ran in streams down the boy's slender, smooth legs, dripping between his curling toes.
Then the man shoved the kid off. The supple blonde stumbled forward, falling onto the sand. He lifted himself up on his arms and turned to face the man.
"Thanks, mister," said the youngster, panting.
The man just grunted something, pulling on his pants. Then he turned, walked to the stairs and was gone.
Carl froze, watching Joey. The kid was raised on one slender arm, his blonde hair swept around his peachy cheeks. He was stark naked! And was he a sight for hungry, horny eyes! Smooth as a buttercup and slender as a reed, the kid had one leg gracefully bent at the knee down over the sand. His other knee was up with his foot planted flat on the ground. It was a classic pose, one which revealed the child fully, seductively. And his slim legs were spread for Carl to see what was glowing ripe between them.
The child's cock and balls were slick with moisture, gleaming in the slanted light of the sun. He was peachy pink down there, and without a single hair. Shit, the kid was young! thought Carl with a surge of passion. He found the boy's hairlessly smooth thin body immensely attractive.
And the little kid's prick was a dreamy stalk of solid hot pink pointing up at a sharp angle, maybe four or five inches from his bare groin. It was cut, with a bullet head of wet spongy flesh, his piss-slit still oozing out cream. It ran down over his cock, coating it like rich syrup, then down over his grape-sized little balls.
As Carl's gaze followed the thick flow, he looked between the boy's spread legs. The boy was rubbed a bit raw between his tight little buns, and it looked incredibly soft and steamy within the child's assfurrow.
Still unaware of Carl watching him, the boy then did something totally unexpected, and very exciting to the man. The boy fell back and propped himself up on both elbows, looking so wonderfully slender, spread out over the sand. The kid was looking down at himself, a few wind-blown strands of blonde hair brushing his forehead.
Then the little boy jerked his prick up off his skinny tummy, up till it was a vertical little staff above his bunched-up balls. Then he sucked in his gut and let go with a line of piss! Straight up like a sweet little fountain, the boy let his piss fly and splash down all over himself.
Carl about creamed in his pants watching that! He saw the thin yellow stream piss high, then fall back and spatter all over the boy's creamy bare skin, running in streams down his ribs and over his sucked-in belly. It sounded like a gentle shower. Carl got a whiff of the pungent stuff mixed with the salt sea air-delicious! His mouth watered.
Then Joey's chicken-sized pissing prick jerked. Shit, the young boy seemed to have total control over his stiff little pisser. He let it lean toward him and he threw back his head, his blonde hair streaming back over his shoulders. The piss arched up and splashed down into his face!
The youngster weaved his head around, showering in his warm piss. His golden hair was soon soaked, clinging to his skull. He dropped his jaw and aimed the stream into his open mouth. Piss gurgled in his throat as he filled himself up to his lips with the stinky stream. It overflowed his mouth and dribbled down his chin, dripping off over his rib cage and down his sides.
Then the youngster gulped it down. He took deep, tasty swallows of his own piss! And his prick seemed to swell and redden as the stream diminished. Then, just as his piss was about to peter out, the boy's skinny belly rippled, and he bucked up his bony hips.
Carl watched unbelieving as the child heaved up jets of creamy jism from his stiff little pisser. The cum-wads followed the same arching path as his piss, landing over the blonde's smooth face and right between his open red lips. The child looked like he was in ecstasy, spewing up jet after jet of sweet jism and lacing his face with pearly strings of it.
Then the kid's balljuice dwindled down, leaving the kid dripping in jism and piss, and happy as a colt in clover.
CHAPTER TWO
It was just too much. Carl wanted a piece of that kid, and wanted it bad! He was about to cum in his pants just watching the little beauty piss and cum and writhe around like that, sparkling grains of sand clinging to his soft tan body. He crept forward.
The boy turned his blonde head toward the sound.
"Hi!" he said sweetly, a slick smile spreading over his lips. He stretched open his legs, giving the approaching man a luscious view of his immature cock and balls, and the damp crease down his cherry ass.
Carl's breath was about sucked out of his lungs at the sight. The boy's stiff prick was glowing and tumescent, as though the child were holding a load of jism thick within his cocktube, just at the point of spurting it out. His balls were bunched-up lumps of hairless pink at the base of his vibrating cock.
"That man just fucked you, didn't he?" Carl whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah, plowed my ass like a bull, too." giggled the kid, his skinny tummy rippling droplets of juice down his sides. "Sure like it when a man knows what he wants and just fucks his cock into me like that!"
The boy reached for his flimsy suit and wiped a trail of snot off his upper lip, still looking up at the man.
"How 'bout you, mister? You wanna take seconds?"
"Huh?"
"I got a hot, tight ass, mister. I could use another deep-dickin', could get off another spunkin' with a fat cock working up my buns." The slender youth gave his red lips a quick swipe of his tiny tongue. "I'm hot for a fuck, man. You gonna give it to me, or just stand there with your mouth hangin' open?"
"Uh, I don't know, boy. I gotta cum so bad it hurts, ya know. But I ain't never fucked a little kid like you before."
"No sweat, mister. Just lift my legs, send your fucker up my ass-hole and fuck my guts till you spunk!" The boy seemed amused that he had to instruct Carl on how to fuck a boy. But his cock stayed stiff as a stiletto and bubbled out his pre-cum till it bathed his smooth balls in drippy cum.
Carl hesitated. His balls aching and the sweat soaking his shirt, he just stood there and just gazed at the lusty little lad.
"Well, hell, mister," said the kid. "I'm just gonna go down to the water and wash all this slime off me, then." He got gracefully to his feet and began to walk under the pier to the water's edge. He turned his head over his shoulder, his blonde hair lifting in the breeze, and said, "Come on, mister. Maybe you'll loosen up and fuck me yet." Then he broke into a thrilling trot, his ass-cheeks tightly flexing with the pumping of his long, lean legs.
Carl had to follow. By the time he caught up with the youngster, the kid was splashing around into the low breakers. They were still under the protective cover of the pier, even though Carl could see other people farther away on the beach at either side of them. He liked the idea of having the kid bare-ass naked on the public beach like that, scampering around in the warm salty water with his pretty little cock tapping tight against his tummy.
It was inevitable. Carl just had to act on his animal instincts. He kicked off his shoes and tore off his pants. He had a swim suit on underneath, and it showed the girth and length of his cock-a tremendous bulge of hot salami, tubing down, the damp thick head of it sticking out down the leg of his trunks. His piss-slit was gaping wide and drooling lube, and the spongy head of his cock was angry red.
The spunky youngster caught an eyeful of that ass-plunger and flopped down in the wet sand with a mischievous grin on his cute face.
"Wow! What a fucker! That's about twice the size of the guy that just reamed me, mister!" the child squealed. "Bet that's gonna stuff my guts and give me a thrill." He rubbed his skinny belly and his slender prick pumped out another gush of fuck juice down his tender cockstalk.
Carl just grunted, ripping down his suit and letting his massive cock slide into view. It was a horse-cock, all right, about as thick as the little kid's arm-and about as long! Rich, black hair sprouted up around the base of the man's fucker, then narrowed to travel up his belly, sweeping out in a rug over his muscled chest as he let his shirt fly open.
He fisted his thick cock a couple times as he approached the splayed-out kid, ass down in the damp slime. Fuckjuice oozed out, and Carl smeared it over the tightly gnarled skin of his mean cockshaft.
The boy knew he was going to get speared with the biggest cock he'd ever seen. His ass itched and quivered inside, making his tight tummy ripple. His blue eyes went kind of dreamy as he squinted up at the man. "Ooooooeee, that's a beauty, mister. Bet it's gonna rip me some! That's OK, though. Just give me a good, deep-dickin' and I'll work the jism right out of your balls and into my tummy!"
Carl was dizzy with passion as he dropped to his knees between the young blonde's legs. The boy took one last glance at the cock about to split his ass and then fell back, lifting his slender legs right up and over his head.
And there was the entrance to boy-heaventhat cute, crimson dimple of the kid's juicy ass! What a sight! Tiny and tight, rubbed a bit raw from his earlier fuck, the ass-hole on that youngster was the most delectable little pucker of cock-teaser the man had ever seen. He just had to punch through that muscled dot and feel the child's insides wrapped around his throbbing cock.
"Ram it in, mister!" screamed the little boy, grabbing at his ass-cheeks and about ripping them down the slit.
Carl knee-walked up, his fist around his cock just behind his flaring cockhead. He punched it into the boy's dilating ass-hole. Stars flickered in the man's brain as he felt the sucking heat of the boy's hairless ass. It was a moist, clenching and very tight fit. He eased the head of his prick through the kid's assbud, watching as the smooth membranes spread open wide to accommodate his plum-sized crown.
"Ohhhhh, soooo big!" sighed the smooth lad. "Get that manmeat crammed up me, mister. I gotta get stuffed in your cock! I gotta cum off so bad I can about taste it!" The boy was thrashing his blonde head around and flushing red all over. His fair hair clung to his warm skull and his toes were working into the sand down behind his head.
Carl grunted again and began to work inch after inch into the smooth little pucker. He felt the boy's guts and delicate bones shift and push around to take him as he sunk in. He grabbed the boy's bony chest and steadied the youngster as he shoved his fucker into him. He heaved and gasped, his cum churning hot in a boiling ball at the base of his cock. Finally he hit bottom. He ground his hips around, trying to force another fraction of an inch into the greasy heat of the boy's clenching ass.
The boy sighed and rocked around on the thick spindle of the man's impaling cock. His tiny eggsac was so smooth and tight up against his cockroot that it looked almost transparent. His little prick vibrated and lifted slightly on his bare pubes. With a shudder that thrilled Carl, the boy orgasmed as his rubbery little prostate was smashed into his bowel-walls. Tiny jets of jism spurted strongly from his pisslips, shooting right up over his head and between his legs into the slimy ooze. A couple strings laced down over the boy's silky hair and into his blissful face, landing right over his eyes and icing his turned-up nose. His mouth was slack, and drool ran down his cheek, under his ear and into the mire under him. The boy was a perfect picture of abandoned lust, stripped raw and fucked full.
Carl needed to fuck. He wanted to feel the boy's gripping ass work over his pumping prickshaft. His muscled hips began a rhythm that had his horsecock reaming out the youngster with heaving thrusts. He hunkered over the boy as he fucked him, his hands resting on the kid's bony shoulders. He liked looking at the boy's dreamy blue eyes as he fucked the shit out of his young ass. Hell, the kid was so wonderfully spacey and cute! His tiny tits were red and pointed, and his boyish cock just gave out a line of thin cream with each punch of his guts.
A breaker foamed up and spread around them as they fucked on the sand. The bubbly water splashed up around the boy's shoulders and spread up the beach behind Carl. The kid's blonde hair was slick and wet, weaving out over the sand behind him.
"Fuck me harder, mister! Really smash my guts to jelly! God, I can feel you punching up to my ribs! Harder, harder! Really tear up my insides to shreds, please."
The boy was crazy with lust, his fingers and toes clenching and spreading in the oozy sand. His continued jets of jism coated him in a sweet-smelling laquer of cum, and his young pucker nipped and teased at Carl's fuckrod with increasing urgency.
Another wave broke. The water poured over the little boy, covering his dreamy face. Scudding foam-bubbles popped over his hairless body as the water receded, and the kid let out a gasp of salt water as the man continued to brutally gut-punch.
Then more waves slid up the beach. The child disappeared under the man's heaving hips, totally immersed except for his lifted legs.
Shit, thought Carl, this is a turn-on! Having the boy drown around his fucker gave him a spark of lust he'd never believed he could feel. Hell, he wanted to see the boy struggle and struggle, wanted to see pain aching through the youngster as he worked his thick cock through the boy's sucked-in belly. It was a new and powerful emotion, the incredible high of dominating the child, raping his tender ass while feeling him die so submissively, so willingly.
Carl plowed ass harder, deeper and faster as he watched the blonde's cute face shimmer under the foamy water. He held the boy down, sinking into the sand as he fucked. Splashes erupted between them as he slammed his cock between the boy's ass-cheeks. Little squirts of the youngster's jism flew up from between them and floated around them, little globs of tasty cum bobbing on the water.
Then the little boy did something unexpected. Suffering the agony of drowning, he reached his hand up out of the water and caressed Carl's sweating face! With slender fingers, trembling from the pain of his burning lungs and his ripping guts, the child gently stroked the man's sweat-streaked face. His fingertips slid over Carl's snarling lips and his stubbled chin. He caught some of the man's spit over his fingers and spread it onto Carl's quivering cheeks.
The boy was about blacking out beneath him. Carl saw the child's face rippling under the water and thrilled as he saw the kid's eyes roll up in his head and his mouth bubble out the last of his air. As he pounded his groin into the kid's tight ass the child fountained up a thin stream of jism. It arched over to splatter the surface over his chest. One pissing stream after another punched out of the boy's lean prick and shot over the surging water.
Carl's cock swelled and pulsed within the youngster. He had to release his dammed-up spunk before he went crazy with desire. A ball of lust ballooned in his belly and hit his rutting cock. The boy's continuing orgasm had his cock worked over like a nest of seething worms, gripping the root of his cockshaft as he worked his fucker in deep. The big man dug his toes into the sand and drove his cock between the asslips of the boy in a final, thunderous thrust.
Then he came. He exploded. With the boy twitching on his cock like a fish stuck on a spear, Carl's cock convulsed and flooded the boy with warm ropes of jism. It was the most powerful orgasm in his life, pumping his built-up balljuice deep within the hairless little boy as the kid sputtered out under his heaving hips.
Carl thought he'd never feel the end to the sweet, arching release of all his cum. But he finally cooled down. The child was limp. His slender arms drifted at his sides with the current.
The man reached under the boy, still impaled on his cock, and lifted his light torso out of the swirling water. The child sputtered and coughed, a smile on his red lips.
"Tough fuck!" the boy gasped. "Man, I thought I'd never stop creaming with you plowing my tail! And the feeling of drowning-shit, it was heaven!"
CHAPTER THREE
Carl was back at the athletic office of Corn-stock Progressive School the next day, thinking about the dreamy blonde he'd sunk his fat cock into the day before, a raging hard-on pounding in his pants. He about panicked now when he thought about how close he'd come to killing the lusty little lad. Or how close they'd come to getting caught as they fucked around on the public beach. But most of all, Carl thought about how they'd cum, man and boy. It had been a magical, releasing moment in his life. He knew he'd have to get more boy-ass, now that he'd tasted the fruits of fucking young hairless chicken meat.
While Carl was musing about his adventures with the blonde youngster, unknown to him, Joey himself was leading a few of his classmates into the gymnastics room of the school. Carol was so new at the school, he didn't even know the lusty youngster was one of his students.
"Come on, guys, I want to show you something special," said the wiry blonde, his bright-blue eyes sparkling. And the three others followed his tight ass. Hell, all the little fair-haired kid was wearing was a stained jock. It looked real natural on the hairless little weasel, and the stained pouch of it showed the peaking of his little prick. His smooth body was glowing pink, his movements eager and careless.
"What is it, Joey?" asked Terry, a freckled redhead. He was groping his crotch through his sweats and was hoping he'd get a chance to plug the little kid's pink ass. The dreamy boy was at that awkward age when his feet and hands were growing faster than the rest of him. They were almost man-sized, while he was still pretty willowy with adolescence. His crimson cock was about man-sized, too.
"Lock the door, Brad," said Joey, flicking the hair out of his eyes and giving the other boys a leering smile.
Brad made sure the door was secure. He was a tackle on the football team, a big boy, maybe two hundred and twenty pounds of young, muscled flesh. He played the straight role, but Joey's delicate beauty and lusty sensuality had him hard in his sweats. He wanted to see the little kid stripped.
"Men, I want to get fucked," said the cute kid rather solemnly, licking his raspberry lips. "I need it kinda bad. Ain't been fucked today and my ass is itching and hot. I need a heavy cock plowing through it."
"Why don't you just go out to the boardwalk, Joey?" asked Jeff, a dark-haired boy, tall and slender, with huge brown eyes.
"Hell, it's raining, you dope," scowled the little beauty. "Besides, I need it now. What's the matter, ain't my ass good enough for you?"
"Hell, I don't know, Joey," said the redhead. "I don't know if it's right to fuck another boy."
"Yeah," said Brad, "and what if we get caught?"
"Shit, men, nobody's going to catch us down here!" The blonde hooked his tiny thumbs into the band of his jock, slipping them down until he showed a couple inches of hairless pink prick. He leaned out and wiggled his bony hips around, letting them look over the goods. And he was a mighty juicy boy, too, with skin so thin they could see the tracings of blue veins beneath the smooth, lightly tanned skin. "Besides, I gotta cum, men. and I like to cum with a fuck."
"I don't know about doing it in front of the others," mumbled Brad. His huge cock was making a bulge in his sweats from his crotch halfway to his knees.
Joey stretched his lips back, frustrated with the hunger in his guts, wanting a fuck so bad he could about taste it. "Listen, I'll pay you guys, OK? I'll give you twenty bucks for every time you fuck my rosy-red ass with a load of fuckjuice. If you whip me around, I'll double it. I get off on a little punishment. Just so you screw me till I spunk."
With that, the lithe blonde slipped the stiff jock clear down his slender legs, scraping his prick. The boys watched his thumb-sized pisser ride up and smack against his bare belly. Clear ball-syrup oozed out of his pink piss-hole and drooled over his tender cockstalk. Joey's balls were pulled up so tight, they about molded right into the root of his vertical fucker. He was stark naked now, reeking of sex, making a play for their man-sized cocks to feed his ass with cumjuice.
"You'll pay us, huh?" wondered the redhead, his green eyes shining with desire for the child's hot body.
"Sure. I made enough over the weekend on the boardwalk to pay for my sex when I want to." Joey puffed out his skinny chest when he said that. The boys noticed his tiny red tits. They were sharply pointed.
"Well, I don't know..."
"Twenty bucks, huh?"
"I don't know if it's right..."
Joey knew all the boys needed was an excuse to get into his tight ass. Then they'd drop this ridiculous hemming and hawing. Hell, he could see their teen cocks were stiffening up thickly in their pants. And he'd had enough showers with them to know that these were the prime meat of the school. That's why he chose them. Each one of them had a fucker that would look decent on a horse, swinging limp down a foot from their hairy groins, each one just a little different from the other, but each mammoth in length and girth.
"Listen, you just watch a minute. Let me show you a little trick I learned." The blonde seemed so puppy-dog eager that the other boys just stood dumbly and watched as Joey flopped down on the mat, his pink prick sticking to his belly like it was glued there with his flowing lube-juice.
The slender blonde lifted his legs up and over his head, curling into a fetal pose till his pretty little buns were over his head. And shit, there was that crimson little dot of his ass-hole, winking moistly in the pit of his steamy ass crease. He was showing the other guys the puckered dimple of his ass channel, nestled warmly between his baby-sized ass-cheeks.
The three hunky boys stood gazing down at the child's hot little ass dimple, sweat beginning to form around their armpits.
"Hell, Joey, my cock'll split that little hole of yours," said the big football player.
The nimble blonde spread his legs and looked up between them. "Hell, I don't care if you rip me open. But my ass needs a heavy fucking, man!"
The youngster then bent his knees and continued to curl in on himself, dropping his bald groin right down over his blushing face. "Watch me now."
The other boys got down on the mat and watched. The supple little blonde was balling up even further, the ripple of his spine about going into a circle. They watched as he lowered his pubes until the dripping head of his little fucker touched his red lips! Joey opened his slick mouth and worked his stiff cock away from his pubes with his upper lip. Then he bent in even more and shoved his smooth cockstalk right into his drooling mouth!
"Holy Mother, the little squirt's gone down on himself!" gasped the dark-haired kid, his eyes going even wider.
"Sucking his own cock!" blurted out the redhead.
And then the child began to pump his pelvis, sliding the smooth core of his prick in and out between his gripping lips. His eyes were glazed as he sucked his own lube out of his solid little pisser. And he plugged himself right down to his smooth little ballbag, too, slurping on his cock like it was the sweetest candy in the world. His tiny pink toes curled back over his blonde head as he performed for the other kids, hoping to turn them on to rutting his pubescent guts full.
Then he slipped his wet pisser free for a moment, the sexy prick slapping back up against his tummy.
"Give me a fuck!" he growled in his high-pitched voice. The intensity of his order was enough to spark the redhead. Terry shucked off his sweats in a second, his bright green eyes never leaving the blonde's little ass bud.
Joey giggled as he saw the kid's fucker. It was a hang, all right. The thick tube sprang from a patch of hot-pink belly-fur and swung a good foot out from the boy's lean body. The head of it was like a crimson plum, the red cumlips wide open and juicy. Terry's balls were bushy globes of cum-churning beauty, getting tighter up between his freckled legs by the second.
"I gotta fuck, men," he breathed. "Shit, he's sweeter than any girl I ever fooled around with, and a hell of a lot more eager."
"Bone my ass deep while I suck myself off!" squealed the small boy, gobbling up his little prick and spreading his legs open even farther over his face.
Terry got around and planted his big feet on either side of Joey's blonde head, looking down at the delicious little boy, jack-knifed over onto his own prick. He bent his rock-hard cock down and hunkered a little at the knees. But he didn't need to lower much. His cock was so long, it just nosed into Joey's spread ass-cheeks as he aimed it down.
Terry sucked in his breath as he ran the spongy head of his fucker through the kid's smooth assfurrow. Shit, the kid was warm and wet and silky down there, he thought. Then he let his cock rest at Joey's tiny ass-hole, feeling the heat and pucker of the boy's lust work against his sensitive cumlips.
The redhead grabbed around his cock and pushed. As the other boys watched, his huge cock tunneled open the skinny blonde's ass-ring. Wider and wider stretched the kid's young ass lips until they were about transparent and looked like rubber bands. Then the nose of his fucker was popped inside, tight and warm! The boys watched Joey's pucker fold around the crown and hold the cock tight within his gut.
They heard the little moan with pleasure around his own cock.
"Oh, fuck! It's better'n anything I ever felt," groaned the redhead, droplets of sweat glistening over his freckled cheeks. "He's got a grip on me that feels like a set of hot greased fingers!"
Then Terry breathed in and began to feed the length of his fucker into Joey's pretty ass. A lot of guts were pushed around to accommodate his fat cock, but it looked like the little blonde was enjoying every minute of it.
About halfway in, the youngster quivered, his ass-cheeks hugging the huge cock sticking in his ass-hole. His pink toes curled under till they clenched his wrinkled soles.
"Shit, the little squirt's cumming off!" said Brad.
"Yeah, look at the root of his prick. He's pumping out a load all right!" said Jeff, watching Joey's tiny cock contract with each spurt of jism between his rosy lips. Some of it drooled out, oozing down the boy's smooth cheeks and over his slender neck. It looked mighty fruity, and made them all the more eager to see him get fucked.
Terry eased down and planted another couple of inches into the orgasming child. He was amazed how easy it was to slide through the boy's tight guts, like a pathway had been cleared by a hundred cocks before. His fucker was pounding with engorged blood, stinging with excitement, as he fed four more inches into Joey.
Then he passed the point of taking it slow. He had to feel the boy's ass wrapped around his cock all the way, and quick. He bent down, and his stiff fuckrod journeyed into Joey's tight ass like a knife through butter. His freckles burned on his cheeks and his green eyes burned with ecstasy as he felt the child working over his cock buried deep within his belly. It was the most incredible sex the redhead had ever known, better than he dreamed possible. He twisted around, stirring his fucker over Joey's rubbery little prostate, and brought off the boy again with a quivering orgasm. The clenching around his cockroot about sucked the cum right out of the older boy. But he wanted more.
"Get those nylon ropes, you guys," gasped Terry, his cock sunk up Joey's ass to the hilt. "Whip his ass with them!"
Brad and Jeff moved to get the lashes. They were finger-thick cords, used to bind the mats up, and they were rough. The older boys wrapped the ropes around their wrists a couple times, getting excited, and then set to torturing the little blonde boy.
Brad went first. Standing above Joey's impaled ass-cheeks, he lifted the whip high. There was singing sound as it lashed down. Then splat!
Hot, stinging pain was whipped into those baby-buns. Joey gave a jerk. His creamy jism dribbled out around his lip-gripping mouth. He loved it!
Jeff went after Joey's pert ass with another blow, seeing how his delicate ass-cheeks stung red from the first kiss of pain. Fierce welts seared over the child's rosy ass. He saw how the child's ass pucker convulsed around Terry's red cock when the pain soaked in.
The sadists began to alternate, whipping the little blonde's ass in a fury of sexual lust. Huge bulges of ripe cockmeat stood out in their sweats, pearling profusely so that their cum soaked right through. The sounds of groaning and slapping filled the room, and the scent of rutting boys hung in the air.
Terry worked his cock in the boy's punished ass. The pain was sending the little kid into wonderful convulsions that had his fucker about to spit out his cumload. He just held there, on the sweet crest of an enormous orgasm, looking down as Joey's ass was whipped bloody around his plunging cockmeat.
And the little kid seemed to be in almost continual orgasm, the agony of his position, the wonderfully hot pain, and his overstuffed asschannel, all giving his young nuts a thrill that had him feeding thin streams of cream down his throat in a non-stop series of climaxes.
The redhead suddenly wanted even more.
"Give me a hit of the whip, men!" he growled. "Let me get a lick of that pain!"
He hunkered down to his knees, wiped out with the thrill of it all, wrapping his legs around Joey's head and keeping the little blonde's ass-cheeks shafted full. He let his big hands fall behind him to the mat and arced his belly out and up, begging for the sting of the whip. The shaft of his cock looped from his red groin and then down into the blonde chicken's squirming ass-hole.
Brad and Jeff laid into him. They whipped into his red groin as they smacked the lash over Joey's ass. In a minute, the boy's crimson cockhair was showing spots of blood, his belly whipped raw and the root of his cock stung with rough pain. Terry's face was a grimace of animal lust, wiped out with the smarting blows across his tummy and down around his crotch. He felt as if he were filled with painfully hot cum, ready to burst out and fill Joey's gripping bowels. His lean red body was writhing around as he bathed in the sting of lashes. The searing whips were streaking as high as his crimson nipples. His slender torso was whipped till blood trickled down into the blonde's hairless assfur-row, squishing around as Terry's cock worked in and out with his passion.
On and on, went the torture, time standing still for the wildly lusty boys. Brad and Jeff whipped as if they wanted to lash the fucking boys till they passed out. Sweat gleamed on their set faces as their muscular arms continued to rise and fall, landing blow after blow over Joey's bloody ass and Terry's snaking belly.
Suddenly, without warning, the redhead's entire body convulsed, jerked forward. In a series of ecstatic spasms, Terry doubled up over Joey's small body, his mouth open and drooling, his green eyes clouded over with lust. He crammed his cock hard into the little kid's ass and this twitching stirred it around deep within the youngster's boiling guts.
"Ooooh!" he screamed. "I'm cumming! Whip me! Whip the cum out of my balls!"
Brad and Jeff landed quick, hot blows over the orgasming redhead, hitting his shoulders, back, and down his writhing arms. They aimed farther down his back and hit his clenching ass-cheeks as he spend spurt after spurt of thick cum deep into Joey's packed guts.
The blonde was smothered under the redhead. He thrilled to the wonderful feeling of Terry's cum flooding his insides, and how his weight about cut off his air as he forced Joey into an even tighter little ball. Both boys orgasmed in pulsing waves of passion, the blonde's cream spilling down his cheeks and puddling over the mat on either side of his face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Terry was over the supple little blonde in a second after pumping his balls out up his vulnerable ass-hole. He laid Joey flat on the mat, the youngster's hairless cock popping free of his lips and twanging hard against his skinny tummy.
The redhead leaned down over the spent kid like a hawk about to devour its prey. He lowered his face to Joey's and kissed the child's cummy lips. As Brad and Jeff stood breathing hard from whipping the kids, Terry slurped up the youngster's lips and tongue, rimming around in the boy's sweet mouth and sucking up Joey's creamy balljuice and slick spit. Terry's cinnamon-red cock dangled half-hard and slick from the base of his red-furred belly as he frenched and drank from the young blonde's spunky lips. His spent cock was coated with cum and assjuices, red as a beet and swollen from the tight fuck he'd given the lad. Even his big feet were red, sweat glistening between his working toes as he kissed the sexy little boy he'd just fucked silly.
"Come on, quit your smooching around," said Brad. "I gotta get my fuckmeat juicing up the twirp's ass-hole before my balls get to aching any more."
Terry reluctantly raised his lips from the luscious little blonde, a string of spermy spit drawing out between their mouths. "Let him have it, Brad. Hell, your cock ought to please the kid. It's about an inch bigger than mine, even," said the redhead, admiring the hoser jutting up from the tackle player's thick torso. The thick pink tube had a gentle curve to it, twisting to the left over the boy's hairy thigh. The head of it was powerful, as big as a fist and about purple with the pent-up cum balled up behind it.
"Yeah cram me with that cock of yours, hard and deep, Brad. I want to feel you nudging up my neck with that fucker of yours," sighed Joey. "How do you want me?"
"Oh, you think you can get my balls boiling with that little boy ass of yours, and those big blue eyes, do you?" he growled, his face red and mean. "Well, Joey, baby, you're talking to a man here, not one of those guys who-likes little queerboys."
The delicate blonde took up the challenge from the burly tackle. He looked up, scummy and bare. "You're afraid, ain't ya? You're horny for my boy-ass and afraid to admit you want to plug your fucker up inside me!"
Brad made a lunge for the little prick-teaser, quivering with anger. His meaty paws grabbed at Joey and clenched into his breast. He sank his fingers into the blonde's skinny chest and lifted him right off his feet, shaking his eighty pounds violently.
"I'm a pussy-fucker, you little whore!" he barked, his nose about touching the youngster's.
Joey winced and thrilled at the rough treatment. His lean arms and legs dangled loose as the muscled boy shook him. His lean pisser got stiffer and oozed out lube. His sweet mouth dropped open and a line of spit drooled down his chin. But he kept his dreamy blue eyes drilling a sexual dare into the red-rimmed eyes of Brad. His skinny body was arched out real sexy, the big boy holding Joey up by his titflesh. The child's tender nipples were stretched out and pulled tight in the bigger boy's meaty grip.
When the little boy didn't speak, Brad was so frustrated that he spat. He spit a glob of slime that spattered the child right in the eye. It ran down his smooth cheek as Brad spat again and again.
Then Joey opened his mouth! He hardly blinked as the warm spit coated his cute face, but he wanted some of Brad's spit right over his wormy pink tongue.
The football player knew when he was whipped. His anger made him continue the spit-bath over Joey, streams of it dripping down the youngster's nose and lips, then trickling thickly down his slender neck. And especially into his open red mouth. He leaned close, his face right over the supple blonde's, spewing saliva over Joey's worming tongue and down the back of his throat. Strings of it webbed between Brad's thick drooling lips and the child's open mouth.
But the big boy's anger was also transforming into something else, something equally hot and brutal-sexual lust!
The other two boys watched as Brad held the little boy, spitting and drooling into the youngster's sensual mouth and all over his face. They saw the kid redden and quiver with the passion of having the husky tackle dominate and humiliate him. Then they saw the child's thin pisser tap against his belly like a pencil on a desktop. Joey's baby ass-cheeks clenched and his tiny toes curled under as he swallowed Brad's spit and spasmed into a series of rapid jets of sperm.
Brad just held the cummy, spit-dripping child as Joey's jism flew up into their faces, mixing with the drool all over the naked little boy. He was mighty juicy, milky cum and gooey slobber slick over his smooth pink skin.
"You little queerboy!" said Brad in a hoarse whisper. A wad of Joey's cum hit his thick lips and the taste of the little kid's balljuice had him mighty fevered. He tasted it with a swipe of his tongue and his thick cock gave a jerk. "You filthy little whoreboy, thinking you can spunk all over me like that. I ought to whip you silly!"
"Do it! Whip me, Brad. I deserve it, the way I spunked off like that." Another shot of cum spurted from his finger-sized prick,. "Hell, a big brute like you, you should just beat me bloody. Do it, Brad. Whip me!"
Brad threw the cummy little boy to the floor. Joey landed and sprawled out wide, waiting eagerly for his punishment. He had never been so excited in his life, having a guy as big and angry dominate him, use him, really hurt him good. He gave his bony hips a twist, egging Brad on.
The boy pounced on the skinny kid like a lion on a faun. He went after Joey with his teeth like a crazed animal. He sunk his incisors into the blonde's tender tits, already abused by his clenching fingers. He ground his teeth in hard, tearing the child's soft flesh, ripping into his nipples.
"Yeeeow!" cried the youngster. He bridged up under the older boy's assault, crazy with the thrill of Brad's teeth sinking into him.
Brad chewed and gnawed hard at Joey's chest, like he was hungry to eat the kid whole. At first, Jeff and Terry were stunned by the attack. Then they began to stroke their hard fuckers, getting into the sadistic scene. They saw that little Joey was stiff as a nail, too, and pumping slimy pre-cum in a steady stream over his cummy tummy.
Brad let out a growl from the base of his throat and went to the youngster's other red tit, clamping down and ripping into it. Blood smeared over his lips as he bit hard into Joey's tender flesh.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, hurts so bad!" panted the little boy. "Ripping my tits off, grinding them in his teeth! God, I'm gonna cum!"
Joey's damp hair was flowing over the mat as he weaved his head back and forth with the torture. He threw his head back with his slender neck arched up and spouted off in a pain-orgasm. Over and over, his little pink prick spewed out thin streams of sweet spunk, hitting the side of Brad's face and coating his dark hair with jism.
The football player heaved up, Joey's load slick over his face, his dark eyes mad with desire. He looked down on the youngster's spurting cock and went with open mouth after the child's smooth pink eggsac.
Hungry with lust, Brad nuzzled his head between Joey's spread, willow-thin legs and opened his jaw to eat up the little blonde's balls.
Joey let out a scream of pain and pleasure that about split the other boys' ears. "Chew my balls off, Brad! Grind 'em in your teeth and mash 'em to jelly!"
He was slick with sweat now, smeared with his own blood and cum, mixed with Brad's slippery drool. He writhed with the intense pain welling from his groin and enveloping his skinny body. A red haze of pain filled his brain as his ballbag was mashed between the football player's strong jaws.
A continual animal growl came from Brad's chest as he gobbled Joey's succulent little berries in his grinding teeth. He twisted his head around, too, and pulled till the ballskin was stretched thin as paper. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto Joey's hairless pubes as he crushed the child's spermbags. He clamped down, snarling like a mad dog, grinding his teeth into the rubbery little balls.
Joey couldn't take the pain without release. He felt the incredible pressure of agony like a ball of fire in his pink nuts. He spasmed again, his lean body tight as a mainspring and lifting off the mat in quick, eager convulsions. From his deep-teethed little balls came a squirting fountain of cum up through his stiff pisser. With a scream of delight, the lithe blonde erupted out a lavish load of liquid passion, soaking himself in his spunk. With each crushing bite to his balls, the little kid sent up another stream of cream.
Brad suddenly lifted his head from the child's chewed balls. "Gotta get off!" he growled. "Gotta fuck your pink little ass off!"
The hunky tackle rolled onto his back and yanked down his sweats. A gigantically stretched-out jock girded his hairy torso. It was filthy and wet. He got his thumbs into the elastic band and dragged it down. Brad's cock flopped free-and a mighty club of a cock it was, too! Maybe fourteen inches long and as thick as Joey's arm! And it was hard, hard as a baseball bat, and swollen till it looked about to burst from his veined sheath of dark skin.
Joey's dazzling blue eyes went wide with wonder, looking at that monster cock spring free. His insides quivered and his slick mouth fell open, wanting to wrap himself around that fucker. He needed a fuck like an addict needs a fix.
Brad lifted up and grabbed the light towhead around his waist, his thick fingers meeting. He held the child above him, his angry eyes drinking in the hairless beauty of the lusty youngster. Then he lowered Joey's red ass till he worked those sweet little ass-cheeks around the knob of his cock.
It felt good, splitting the ass of such a helpless little boy, nosing his mammoth fucker into the velvety buns of the smooth queerboy. He felt his pisslips hit the heat of Joey's puckered ass-hole and he sucked in his breath. The kid's little assbud was like a hot penny against the spongy flesh of his donkey cock. What a fuck! he thought. It's going to be heavenly tight when I rip into the kid!
Joey felt the bulb of cockmeat nudge his ass-hole. He tried to loosen up to take it. He looked down at Brad's lust-crazed face, looking sleepy-boy sweet, and he gave the fucker a nod of his head.
Brad started to corkscrew Joey onto his cock. With determined steady strength, the big boy worked the pubescent youngster down on his fucker. Joey was limp in his hands, letting the brute skewer him to the hilt. His ass-ring tore some, but that was OK. He began to feel the enormous wedge of cockmeat fill him up. His slender arms swung and his head bobbed around as he let the stud twist his body around on the thick spindle of his giant prick.
Jeff and Terry were beating off in a frenzy, watching inch after thick inch of cock feed into Joey's tiny tail. They'd never seen such a meaty slab sink into such a little boy before. It didn't look possible. They saw Brad's cock punch out through Joey's skinny tummy as he rutted into the child.
Minute after groaning and grunting minute passed. Brad fought to hold his spunk as he skewered the supple blonde fuller and deeper. His thick prick pulsed with passion within the skinny child. With only four or so inches remaining, he hit bottom up the youngster. He pushed the kid down hard over his fucker, but there just wasn't anywhere to go inside the child. He'd been fucked full up to his neck! Joey strained and writhed around, wanting to take all the fucker up his belly, wanting to feel it fill his guts till he couldn't breathe! Sweat glistened over both boys as they fought to drive the final inches of hard cockmeat into the youngster's stretched ass.
"Jeff, get over him!" gasped Brad. "Ram the little whoreboy onto my cock!"
His own proud cock hard and bouncing, Jeff got up and swung a leg over Joey's bony shoulder. Then he lifted the other, straddling the little boy's delicate neck. He humped his crotch on the child, his stiff cock rubbing over the blonde's ear and along his apple-red cheek.
Joey about blacked out! With Jeff riding him like a cowboy on a bronco, he was crammed down the final inches into Brad's horse-cock. His baby ass-cheeks spread out over the bristling groin of the hunky boy, impaled to the hilt on the youth's bony fuckrod. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, his head going from side to side until his lips brushed Jeff's wet cockhead. His insides tore and he felt the football player's swollen fucker punch through his lungs and up his neck! His nail-hard cock vibrated and reddened.
The kid was as fucked as he'd ever been. His slender arms fluttered and his eyes went back in his skull. He orgasmed in heaving spurts. Straight up his crammed belly went the jets of jism, into his dazed face, hitting Jeff's waving prick as it snapped against his face.
"Get off him Jeff, and let me fuck!" barked the tackle.
Jeff dismounted. Brad again grabbed the delicate kid around his waist and began to work Joey over his cockflesh. He used the twirp like a sex-doll, running his slick guts over his cock like he was jacking off. And Joey, he just hung in the hunk's hands and let the guy get off ramming into his seething ass-hole. The little squirt just got fucked to shreds. The child's syrupy spunk dripped off him, and there was a sexy squishing sound from the big guy's cockmeat working through the little boy's ass-ring.
Jeff had to get into the act. He hadn't cum off, and the touch of the child's silky skin when he sat on him had got him so horny he had to get off. He stood over Brad, his legs wide, and got his long cock up to Joey's lax lips. He grabbed behind the blonde's warm skull and pulled the boy's face over his fucker. His prick sunk right in. His groin tingled with passion as he rammed his proud pisser right down the little boy's tight neck!
Joey was crammed full of cockmeat. He was ecstatic, getting abused so totally. He thought he could feel where the two cocks met inside him, how they nudged each other as the big spermers plowed together through his packed guts. He couldn't breathe. His heart was racing and his jism brewing.
Jeff and Brad went into a frenzy, their cocks never feeling so hard and thick and long. They'd never felt such a working over as Joey was giving their meat. All three hard balls that were hard and tight. Joey's were just lumps, pulled up right to the base of his pointed prick.
"Uh! uh! uh!" panted Brad, deep in his chest. He worked Joey over his cock in brutal, gut-punching thrusts. Inches of his cock would appear as he lifted the lad, slick with ass mucus and blood. Then he'd ram the boy down, grinding the kid's tiny ass-cheeks around over his wiry groin.
Jeff just stood, his hand circling Joey's blonde head. As Brad worked the kid on his own plunger, Jeff's cock was pumped in and out of Joey's strangled throat. Jeff just leaned out his belly, letting his balls slam into the little boy's chin, and felt his lust rise higher with each smooth journey down the kid's convulsing neck.
Brad was losing rhythm. His meaty hips bucked up off the mat as he smashed Joey's buns against his pelvis. Things got so erratic that Jeff's cock slammed into Joey's cheeks, under his tongue, all around in his eager young mouth. He was about to black out with the pain and lack of air.
Then Brad lost it.
"Cummmmmmmm!" he yelled, his face drawn back and his teeth clenched tight. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you little cuntboy!" he yelled, and his muscles went tight. Then he came. His whole body was racked with spasms as he sent strong ropes of cum deep into Joey. Over and over, he gushed out his spunk. Heavy cream filled the little blonde, thrilling him to the core.
Almost together, Jeff and Joey spurted off. The little blonde quivered in Brad's meaty paws and erupted up a series of cumstrings high and fast. His young cock spat out shot after shot of thin jism with the best fuck of his life.
Jeff tensed his belly and let his fucker sink to his balls into the cumming youngster's gripping lips. He held there and blew his wad. Hot, rich cream shot down Joey's thin neck, splattering his tummy full. On and on, Jeff tensed and clenched his ass-cheeks as he shot balljuice into little Joey's mouth.
The three fuckers hardly noticed as Terry's cum rained over them. The redhead had beat himself to orgasm as he watched the orgy, pelting the hot boys with strings of pearly cum.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carl saw light coming from under the door to the gymnastics room. He heard muffled groans behind the door as he approached. When he opened it, the man got a look at the writhing pile of naked boyhood down on the mats. He saw Joey's immature prick spit up a nice string of cream, and he recognized the kid immediately. His big balls tingled.
"All right, what's all this?" he barked, heading in. A scowl hid his real excitement at finding this little-boy orgy right on his own territory.
The boys fell apart. Brad leaned toward the man, and little Joey fell off the big kid's groin. The tackle's fat cockmeat slipped out of the youngster's ass-hole till only five or so inches still plugged his ripped guts. Jeff's slick pisser plopped out of Joey's gripping lips and hung half-hard and dripping, juicy and red. And Terry just stood there and shook a line of cum off his stiff prick, going kind of red.
"He made us do it, Coach," said Jeff.
"Yeah," growled Brad. "The little queer got me so mad, I had to mess him up."
"And he said he'd pay us to fuck around with him," added Terry. "Hell, I knew we shouldn't."
And little Joey? Hell, the cummy little kid just grinned up at Carl and gave his spermy lips a kitten-like lick, fluttering his long lashes at the man!
"Get out!" said the man. "All of you, get out. I'll talk to you later."
The boys staggered to their feet, their swollen cocks drooping some and their shoulders hanging. Joey leaped to his feet, cumstreams running down the insides of his slender legs and down his chin.
"You stay here, Joey," said the man in a softer voice. "I'm not through with you."
Joey smiled. His slender prick was still as a nail, glued up to his pubes and red with lust. "My pants are hanging in my locker, men," he said in his girlish voice. "Go ahead and take the money I owe you from the pocket."
When the older boys were gone, Carl broke into a smile. He could see the youngster's tits had about been chewed raw, blood filming the child's delicate chest. He stood closer and reached down to cup Joey's grape-sized balls in his fingers.
"Hell, there's teeth marks in your berries, boy," he said. They were deep too. "And it looks like your buns have been whipped mighty nice. Must sting some, huh?"
"Yeah," sighed the kid, shifting around on his tiny bare feet. "Feels nice and hot."
"I got a hard-on, Joey," said Carl, real soft. "I gotta get my rocks off."
"I'm ready for you, Coach," crooned the little lad. "Go ahead and fuck me. Those amateurs got me warmed up for a real man to sink into my ass."
Carl groaned, looking at the willowy little boy standing so vulnerable below him, dripping with juices and spunky for more.
Joey groaned, looking up at Carl, seeing his cum-hungry gaze. His ass felt warm and empty, needing to be filled, needing a fat cock raping it out.
"Don't you ever get enough, you little weasel?"
"Not enough mancock, Coach," beamed the youngster, fiddling with his balls. "I like a savage fuck, often as I can get it. Hell, I can spurt off like a mink in heat with a guy like you working up my ass."
Carl drew out his cock, stiff from the sound of the kid's words and the sight of his passionate little body naked and hairless and hard below him. He liked everything about this boy-his long silky hair, now mussed and streaked with cum, his slender waist, and how his bones showed through his blue-veined skin. And he especially loved the kid's careless sexualityhow the youngster didn't care what punishment he took as long as it was hard and lusty. Joey brought out something deeply animal in Carl, something cruel and strong, hot and manly.
"You're filthy," said the man. "Let's get under the shower."
Joey giggled and pranced ahead of Carl, heading for the shower room. His baby ass-cheeks clenched tight as a fist as he trotted ahead. Carl followed the lusty child as if he were following a boy victim to the altar to be sacrificed to the god of desire.
When the tiled shower room was nice and steamy, the man and boy-child stepped under the stream, letting the hot water soothe and stimulate them. The boy's fair hair streaked down almost to his bony shoulders as he scampered playfully around, letting the water stream over his slick hairless body till he gleamed. Joey's eyes were on Carl's nice hang of cockmeat about the whole time, dreaming of the moment when that fuckpole would slide up him.
"You sure do have a nice hang, Mr. Wilson," the youngster beamed, turning to rub his smooth back up against the man's swelling cock.
"And it's getting harder all the time for you, little buddy," smiled Carl. He grabbed the skinny kid and rubbed the child's slick body over his, feeling his hairy balls slide over the small of the kid's back. He looked down and saw that Joey's little prick was standing stiff as ever, smack against his lean belly. Blood, cum and spit were showered off the child, till he was clean and pink and randy for more.
Joey giggled real fruity as the man tickled under his salmon-pink armpits, and threw back his head to look up at Carl. Shit, the little scamp was so damn seductive and innocent-looking, thought Carl, he just had to play around a bit before he fucked the lad.
"Alley oop!" he said, running his hands down to Joey's slim hips and lifting the kid's eighty pounds up. The youngster was so light and supple, it was no trouble at all to lift him till he was upside-down, his bird-thin chest down at Carl's belly and his soft cheeks rubbing over the man's heaving fucker.
"Oh boy, a face fuck!" squealed the child. Held there with his legs waving in the air, the youngster immediately went for Carl's fat cock with his mouth. He weaved his head around a bit, trying to capture the rosy head of the cock in his lips. Then he got it, and his thin lips locked around the fist-thick head of it, sucking and tonguing it like crazy.
A moan of pleasure came from the man as he felt the kid's soft lips close around his cockhead. He felt Joey's tiny pink tongue tickle at his cumslit and dig around like he was trying to shove right into the core of his cock. The man dropped the youngster down, down, down over the thick bulk of his pisser, letting his cock fill the kid's sucking mouth. He felt the back of Joey's throat spasm as he nudged it. Then he gave the little blonde a shake and sent his body down so his fucker forced up the boy's neck, impaling him completely.
Joey was thrilled with the deep-throating. He could feel Carl's heavy balls around his button nose as he sunk onto the man's fuckmeat to the root. The wiry hairs around Carl's groin rubbed the boy's red lips raw.
While Carl had the little fucker busy on his cock, he looked down between the boy's slender legs. There, under his nose, was the most beautiful sight for his lusty eyes-the bunched-up berry-balls and the slick hairless asscleft of the kid, open and hungry for attention. And in the midst of Joey's moist assfurrow was his fuck-hole, his puckered little assbud dimpled bright pink and pulsing with the kid's aching lust.
"Oh, Joey, you got the prettiest, juiciest little asspucker in the whole fucking world!" sighed the man. Then he leaned his head down and sent his tongue along the firm ridge of flesh behind the child's eggsac. He ran his taster down along the smooth furrow, marveling at how slick and warm the kid was along his asscrack.
Then bull's eye! He felt the child's ass-hole working, hot and passionate, over the tip of his tongue. Carl circled the tight ring for a couple of minutes as the kid suffocated on his prick meat. He could feel the kid kind of twitching from lack of air as he licked up the boy's tasty shitter.
Hell, he didn't want to kill the kid. And he had another position in mind before he really worked the child's ass over, anyway. Carl lifted Joey off his cock and his cockhead popped from the boy's lips with a wet explosion.
"Hey, I was just getting off with your cock up my throat," gasped the kid, his upside-down face red from lack of air.
"Just going to turn you around, little lad.
Then you can stretch out that lovely lean neck of yours and have my cock as deep and as long as you want."
"OK," panted Joey, his wet hair falling in long tresses over his face and neck.
The muscular man turned the slick kid around, holding him out at arm's reach and delighting in the tiny little pink buns on the child. Joey arched back, his slender neck stretching, and recaptured Carl's fat fucker in his mouth. He gobbled it right down his neck again as the man threw Joey's thin legs over his shoulders and went back to work on his ass-pussy.
Carl held the kid's light weight on his cock with his meaty hands over the youngster's bridged chest. He could feel the child's erect tits slide over the palms of his hands as he sucked up the boy's ripe ass-hole. The child's nipping assbud was spread open by Carl's stiffened tongue, and the man wormed around within Joey's seething ass. He tasted the musky, spicey flavor of the young boy all the way to the back of his throat. He caught the slimy taste of the cumloads deposited up the kid's gut by the other boys and he sucked hard. He felt like he was getting drunk, tasting the rich juices of Joey's mucus mixed with the boy-jism pumped into him.
Carl really worked the lad's ass over, plowing his tongue in deep and stirring around. He humped his hunky lips as he rimmed the kid, sliding his fat cock around the boy's wide-stretched lips.
Joey was in heaven, front and back. He loved the feel of a man's swollen fucker plowing his throat down to his belly. He didn't care that he couldn't breathe, hell, that just made it more exciting, having his brain pulse red and his oxygen drain out. It was like a drug to the kid, getting strangled on the cockmeat of a man. And he loved the feel of Carl's mouth muscle snaking around up his guts. The man was licking right at his little rubbery prostate, too, sending the boy into spasms of delight as he bridged out in the guy's hands.
Carl felt Joey tense as he tongued the child's prostate, running his rough buds right over the kid's super-sensitive assgland. He twisted his face around between the child's smooth buns, trying to cram another inch of his tongue up inside the delectable lad.
Then he felt Joey go sinewy tight. The boy quivered and orgasmed. His tiny toes clenched on Carl's thick shoulders, and he shot licks of cum all over down the front of his arced body. Smooth oily streams of young cum flowed down over his thin-ribbed chest and around his bent-back neck. The kid sucked like crazy as he came, nipping around the man's lips with his asslips.
Carl sensed that he, too, was about to spunk off. He also realized that Joey was about out of air with his cock plugging the child's airtube. With a trembling sigh, the man raised his face from between the soft pillows of Joey's tight ass, his lips smeared with assmucus and spit. Then he pulled the youngster off his throbbing cock. The kid let the throat-rammer go reluctantly, a string of pre-cum and drool hanging down between his lips and Carl's massive cock knob.
"Gotta fuck your ass, baby," said Carl. "Got to sink my cock into your hot little asschannel and ram the spunk out of my balls up your belly."
The spunky lad was incredibly sexy. The man set him down and the boy was eager for it.
"Fuck me, Carl. I want to feel you feed me your tough fucker again, like you did at the beach. Do it harder this time. Really rape into me, will you, please!" The little squirt was prancing around from foot to foot over the slick tiles, about to cum off just thinking about it.
"Get over to that bench!" growled the man. "On your belly."
The child obeyed in a second, flopping down lengthwise over the bench and letting his skinny arms and legs fall loose. He was totally open and vulnerable, offering his ass to the man. The tiny rosebud was glowing like a puckered tit in the center of his spread ass-cheeks, eager for penetration. His small cock popped through the crack between the slats of the bench, but his balls were mashed against the wood real nicely.
Carl eased down behind the child's tiny ass, the insides of his hairy thighs holding Joey's legs tight against the bench. "So pretty," he whispered, running his big hand over the boy's soft ass-cheeks. He saw that his single hand covered the child's ass. It thrilled him, how small and frail-looking the kid was, down on his tummy and spread for the man's passion and abuse. The kid gave a soft giggle and clenched his tiny ass-cheeks, encouraging the man to go on and get rough if he wanted to.
Carl just spent a few heavenly minutes fiddling around with the youngster's pretty ass. He worked a single finger into the boy, watching how the muscled ring first fought, then spread to take the penetration. He snuck a second finger into Joey's juicy little ass-hole and spread them both. He liked looking right into the ripe ass-hole of the boy, seeing the rich red membranes of his asswalls glimmer and shine so smoothly. Joey just lay passively, letting the man explore his ass-hole, feeling good and sexy as Carl messed around up his guts.
Joey about came off when Carl sent a third finger deep into his shitter and started stirring them around. His small body blushed warm and pink, and a thin film of sex sweat glazed his hairless body along with the moisture of the shower still dripping off his skinny sides. Carl felt the child's captured legs quiver against his thighs.
"You are a hot little number, Joey," he said, digging deep inside the boy's writhing guts.
Then the man pulled out. He watched Joey's asspucker pulse briefly, then close down to that impossibly tiny dimple once again. Then he scooted back on the bench and leaned down to grab the child's dangling feet.
"Let's just see how supple you are, Joey," he said. The man pulled up Joey's lean legs with hands that encircled the kid's bony ankles. He bent the child's knees and worked his fingers down over Joey's tiny toes. "You got the cutest little toesies," he kidded, running his thick fingers between each of the squirming little things, spreading them and running into a dewy moisture between each little toe.
Bending them all back till they curled in against the boy's wrinkled soles, he let the big toes pop free, pointing straight out. Then he pulled the kid's feet up toward the child's open ass-slit.
Joey just let himself go limp, letting the man do what he wanted. He didn't really realize what Carl had in mind until he felt his toes sneaking up into his asscleft.
Carl continued bending the kid until the boy's big toes were deep in his baby ass-cheeks. The man pushed the toes together and nudged them into Joey's raw ass-hole. Then he pushed. Hell, he was fucking the kid with his own toes!
"What a fuck!" said Joey, his face weaving around on the bench as his legs were bent double. He felt his toes nose into his ass and get crammed up his guts. "Damn, that feels real fruity!"
Hot shots of boy-cum spat from his little pisser, making a spattering sound as the strings splashed over the concrete floor beneath the bench.
Carl worked the boy's big toes in deep, twisting them around in his spasming ass-hole. The boy's other toes were curled tight down over his feet as he orgasmed.
Carl let go of the kid. He liked the looks of the kid stuck on his own toes like that, with the lean little chicken kind of slipping around on his spunk. The man bent his drooling fucker down and sucked in his breath. His fat cockhead worked between the kid's wiggling toes. He spread the big toes as he tunneled between them, exposing the gaping hole of Joey's ripe ass. He journeyed right in, his cockshaft rubbing right through between the kid's soft feet and into his seething hot guts.
Oh, that felt so goddamn good! he thought. He went slow, feeling every inch of his cock getting squeezed and sucked into Joey's hot ass.
He watched the little boy below him as he fucked the kid on his cock. The boy's dangling arms kind of flopped around, and his little fingers worked with the joy of the fuck. The kid went red from the nape of his neck on down to his speared ass. x
Carl screwed around a bit as he sunk in, loving the feel of Joey's toes curling into his cock as he plowed the boy's bowels. He finally had the boy fucked full. His balls were hugged and rubbed between the soft soles of Joey's feet as his cock knob nudged the child's belly. The man put his full weight on the delicate little boy, letting the youngster work over his cock with his rippling guts.
Then he started fucking. His hands on the shoulder blades of the kid, he heaved up and sunk down, pistoning his fat fucker through the child in powerful thrusts.
It felt damn good. When he thrust hard, even more of the little boy's toes were crammed into his ass along with Carl's large cock, giving both the man and boy a greater thrill.
It was quite a picture. Big brute of a man, hairy and muscled, slamming his thick hips into the willowy thin ass of the pink, hairless young boy. But they were both mighty happy, and time stood still as they climbed the ladder of passion welling up in their guts. Joey's tight balls were getting a nice brutal mashing as the man slapped them into the hard wood of the bench. And his toes were clenching right into his asswalls as they were plowed into his sore ass along with Carl's thick fuckrod.
Over and over, Carl humped the lean little lad, his fuck thrusts about knocking the air right out of him. A sucking sound from his stuffed ass blended with their panting lust to echo around the locker room. Steam seemed to rise off their bodies as Joey urged the man to fuck him harder, with little lifts of his bony pelvis. The kid even reached back up to the man and gently stroked his thick thighs as he pulverized the youngster's guts.
Carl began to spear into the boy from different angles, weaving around over Joey's naked body as he sent his cock up the kid. Sweat beaded on Carl's forehead and shoulders as he worked his cock in and out of the boy. He thrust with a frenzy, and worked all of Joey's toes up the kid's distended ass-hole along with his swelling fucker.
Joey was crazed with desire. He was into almost multiple orgasms now, feeling both his feet crammed up his ass and aching so good with the man's thick cock sliding down between his tight little toes and deep into his tummy. A hot tickle balled up in his belly and his prick pulsed out waves of cream beneath his bench. Oily jism dripped off the bench and coated the floor in a slimy puddle as the man continued to punch out Joey's guts.
Then Carl saw stars. A wonderful warm buzzing enveloped him and his balls seemed to swell to incredible size. He arched up over Joey, his fingers digging into the child's shoulders and his cock buried deep. His meaty ass-cheeks clenched as he came. Floods of pulsing cum pumped hard out of his cock. He smashed into the child with each pulse of balljuice. He spunked load after load into the child, hotter than he'd ever been in his life. He felt Joey's toes dig into his convulsing cock right inside his asswalls as he shot rope after pearly rope into the boy's tender guts.
Carl finally buzzed out, dropping his head and dripping sweat over Joey's lean back. He looked down at the youngster's ass-cheeks. They were spread wide by his fucktube and the boy's feet, the inside of his buns with friction. He saw oozing cum trickle from the child's raw ass. It was squashing around in his pretty pink little toes, and webbing in between them.
"What a fuck!" said the boy. He twisted his head around and looked up to the man over his skinny shoulder. "Kiss me," he said, his red lips open and blue eyes fluttering.
Carl bent down and tasted the sweet boy on his mouth.
CHAPTER SIX
"Pile in, boys," said Carl. He slid open the side door of the school van, his eyes drinking in all the boyish beauty that was his to enjoy over the weekend as he took some of the kids on a camp-out at the beach.
There was Brad and the redheaded Terry. Jeff had to visit his parents and couldn't come along. And naturally, there was little Joey, the sexual nucleus for the group, with his wild desire for greater and greater erotic delights. And there was a youngster the athletic director didn't expect, a lovely little boy tagging along with Terry.
"Hey, who's the cute little carrot-top?" he asked.
"This here's Skipper. He's my kid brother, Mr. Wilson. He'll be entering Comstock next term." Terry put his arm around the pale, red-haired kid and introduced him to the man. "Skip's only a kid, but I think it's about time the squirt was introduced to a wider range of activities," the older brother said with a playful wink.
"Welcome aboard, Skip," said Carl, shaking the child's hand. "I'm sure you'll mix in with the other boys just fine." The child's hand felt small and frail in the coach's meaty fingers.
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Wilson," said the youngster shyly, his long red eyelashes fluttering down over his pale, freckled cheeks.
Carl breathed in the kid's succulent beauty, figuring that the kid must be just at the age of pubescence, maybe even able to shoot his jism. He knew he was going to get a chance to see the kid in action, and he would just have to wait.
"Hi, my name's Joey," said the lithe blonde, holding Skipper's hand for a long time. Joey was maybe two inches taller than the redhead, but about the same weight, since he was so skinny. Skip was pretty lean, too. There couldn't have been over eighty pounds on the hairless kid, and he seemed kind of delicate.
Both pubescents looked into each other's eyes, one blue and the other sea-green, and they fell in love. They sensed that they were very much alike, and were drawn immediately to their own kind-spunky little gayboys.
As Carl drove the van to a secluded campsite up north, the boys in back began to get a little restless. They were putting down the seats and opening an area for them to wrestle around in. The man smiled to himself as he heard the sounds of exhuberant young boys messing around behind him.
"Hey, quit slobbering over my crotch," laughed Brad.
"I just want a chance to suck on your fucker again, Brad." It was Joey's voice, high and husky.
"Here, you can have mine, Joey," came Terry's voice. Then Carl heard the sound of a zipper drawing open.
"Mmmmmmmm, feels good," sighed the redhead, feeling the youngster suck up his thick fuck stick. "That mouth of yours is so warm and wet inside. Let me get it all the way in your throat, Joey."
Carl looked into the rearview mirror. He saw Joey's blonde hair spreading out over Terry's fiery groin, his face buried between the boy's legs and obviously drilling the big kid's stiff cock down his throat. Terry was back on his hands and licking his lips, humping up his hips a bit to work his hard cock through the slender kid's lips. Terry put his big hands around Joey's warm skull and worked the kid's face into his crotch, feeling his throbbing cock slick through the child's tight throat.
Carl noticed that little Skipper was kind of huddled against the side of the van, hugging his knees. His bright green eyes were wide open, watching the blonde kid suck off his big brother. The skinny little redhead let his mouth drop, too.
Terry noticed his kid brother's reaction. "You like watching that, little brother? Ain't you never seen a boy get face-fucked before?"
Skip just shook his head slowly. Carl figured the kid was a virgin, at the point between lust and panic, when a young boy is first exposed to uninhibited gay sex.
"You want to see Joey naked?" Terry asked his little brother as he humped his fucker down the youngster's gripping neck.
The boy didn't move for a minute, then nodded his head slowly.
Terry leaned over Joey as the supple blonde continued to rub his red prick over his tonsils. He unhitched Joey's pants and pulled them down, showing Skipper the curve of Joey's bare ass.
"You like the looks of that boy-ass, Skipper? You want him stripped bare-ass naked."
"Yeah."
"You got it." Terry about ripped the shirt off Joey, popping a couple of buttons as he stripped the skinny blonde's torso bare. Then he pulled off Joey's small shoes and stripped off his socks, leaving his tiny pink toes wiggling around over the carpet of the van. He yanked the child's pants legs up till the jeans slid off, leaving Joey naked as the day he was born.
"I ain't never seen a kid naked and hard before," mumbled Skipper as he bent down to see the kid naked all over. "His prick's so hard it's right up to his tummy."
Terry liked having his virgin kid brother watch Joey go down on him. But he was buzzing up some cum and wanted to fuck Joey in the ass.
"You ever seen a boy fuck another boy."
"Fuck?"
"Yeah, fuck. You know, stick his cock up the other boy's raw ass."
Skip didn't answer. He just seemed to freeze, crazy with the idea. He'd never even thought about it, he was so innocent. And it just seemed so wonderfully crazy, he was about numb. He wasn't even aware of his own prick going stiff in his pants.
The older redhead worked his cock to the furry balls in Joey's face a couple more times. "Hell, Joey here, is nuts for an ass-fuck. I'll show ya."
He let his cock draw out of the little blonde's lips with a plop, then reached back for Joey's legs. He lifted and spread them, pushing them over the youngster's head.
"See that ass-hole of his, Skipper? I'm going to shove my spit-slick pisser right into that sweet little dimple and fuck his guts till I spunk."
"B-B-But you're too big, Terry," babbled the child. "Y-You can't get your cock into that little hole."
The older brother gave a low chuckle, enjoying Skipper's fear. "You just watch, and you watch how Joey just loves getting his ass rammed."
Brad and the others watched as Terry's powerful prickhead plowed through Joey's soft little ass-cheeks. He paused for a second as his crimson pisslips smeared pre-cum and spit right at the ruby dot of the blonde's hairless pucker, looking at the little redhead's reaction. Then he grinned like a satyr and worked his cock into Joey. His red hair fell over his forehead loosely as he fed his cock into Joey.
Skipper gasped, a string of spit webbing down from his raspberry lips. He felt a stinging in his ass, a tingle in his marble-sized balls, and a welling ache in his belly. He didn't know if it was good or bad, but he wanted that feeling to continue, he wanted his big brother's cock to really sink into that little blonde. He looked to Joey's eyes as the little blonde arced back with the cock running up his asschannel.
"Feels good, Skipper!" sighed Joey, one hand absently rubbing his skinny belly as it was filled with fuckmeat. "Feels so damn good to get a big cock run up my ass. Look at my prick."
Skip did. The slender tube of cockflesh was hard as a nail. Skip liked the way the cumlips were dripping with slime over Joey.
"I'm gonna cum, Skip. You just watch my pisser shoot my spunk." The redhead's tummy rippled and he blushed red all over. "You watch now, when your brother hits bottom, I'll blow my wad."
Terry heaved in. His fat fucker split Joey's ass, and he rutted in till his cockhair was rubbing roughly into the child's pink asscleft. Joey gave a high-pitched wail of joy. His blonde cock vibrated and spat. Fountains of sweet cream spurted up into his smiling face. Strings laced over his blue eyes and across his turned-up nose, right across his gaping lips. As the other boys looked at his prick, it squirted out fast, creamy lines of slimy spermjuice flying all over the slender blonde.
Skipper was excited but confused. Something was happening in his body he didn't understand. But he had to do something. He got up on his knees and turned to the front of the van. "You got to stop, Mr. Wilson," he pleaded. "I got to pee right now!"
"Take it easy, little brother," soothed Terry. He stroked his red cock in and out of Joey's squishy ass-hole. "You're just a little shook up."
The redheaded child winced up his face. "No, I gotta pee, real bad. Honest!"
Carl started to slow the van down, thinking it was best to let the tyke cool off.
"No, don't stop, Mr. Wilson," said Terry. "I think I can work this out." Then, to his kid brother he said, "Skipper, open your pants. I'll show you how to take care of that."
"Here?" said the child, real soft. His hands went to the zipper of his pants.
"Hell, yeah. Strip off, why don't ya?" said Joey, arcing up on his shoulders to look at the kid upside down. "I'm naked, ain't I? Come on, just shuck out of those clothes and join in the fun."
Encouraged by the words from the boy he'd suddenly fallen in love with, Skip began slowly to strip. There was silence in the van as they all watched the child take off his clothes. Carl watched in the mirror. Terry just held his cock deep up Joey's ass. They could tell Skipper was going to be a lush little nude, the way his pale skin blushed hot pink as he stripped.
His shirt off, the other kids admired his boyishly slender torso. His skin was white as a marshmallow, but there was a succulent rouge to it just below the thin surface. His tiny tits were pointed and hard, making two luscious little red dots on his rib cage. His lean belly sunk in like he was starved.
"My pants, too?" he asked in a thin, high voice, his fingers at his belt.
"Everything!" said Terry, his voice suddenly rough, domineering.
Skipper opened his small-sized jeans and slipped them down his legs, pulling off his socks at the same time. The boy's feet and hands were small, almost delicate, unlike his adolescent brother. All he had on was a pair of thin bikini briefs hugging his nonexistent hips. They could all see the peak of his baby prick sticking up wet in his red undies.
His older brother was impatient. He leaned over Joey's fucked body, put his big hand over the child's groin and clenched his strong fingers into the moist briefs. He got the youngster's balls in his grip, too, and mashed down hard.
Skipper yelped, but didn't make a move to stop his older brother. He just let Terry tear into his eggsac for a minute, holding his breath with the sweet tooth-ache pain of it all.
Terry gave his little brother's balls a final savage twist, then ripped the bikini briefs off him. "There's the juicy little virgin, men, all ready for an initiation!"
Carl leaned around to see the redheaded kid naked. The youngster was a little beauty all right, kind of a miniature of his older brother. But without the thatch of fiery red hair around a giant cock, naturally. But the man was pleased to see the boy's pubes bald. He liked them that way, hairless and smooth, their ass-holes untouched and still elastic with youth-and ready for anything.
The boy's baby hard-on was rich pink and soft white. Hardly bigger than a roll of pennies, it was hard, pointing straight out, the rosy head of it spongy-red. Soft folds wrapped back of the bullet head. His balls were unwrinkled, almost shiny-hard with his growing lust. And the kid didn't have a hair on him, not a single one except for the rich mane of crimson flowing down around his red ears.
"You still got to piss, little brother?" asked Terry in a husky whisper. He gave his stiff cock a twist up the little blonde's plugged guts.
The naked child nodded, a dreamy, confused look in his droopy green eyes.
Terry leaned forward and slipped his hands under his little brother's moist armpits. He scooped the kid up and sat him down on Joey's chest right in front of him, his tiny ass-cheeks resting over the blonde's tits. Joey spread his jackknifed legs as the little redhead was plopped down on him, then scissored them closed again and held the youngster tight. He could see Skipper's ripe prick bobbing hard just over his chin.
"So piss," ordered Terry. "Go ahead, little brother. Piss right in his face. He gets off on it."
Skipper looked from his brother down between his legs to Joey.
"Go ahead, Skip. Feed me your belly-cider," grinned the sexy little blonde. "I like to drink piss, especially while I'm getting fucked." He reached around the redhead's compact little ass and worked him forward till his ruby cockhead hit his lips.
Skipper jerked with the thrill of his pisser touching the blonde boy's open lips. He felt his bladder burn in his belly. He liked the way Joey was sinking his fingers up his ass-slit, too. The youngster relaxed a bit and a lusty, evil grin spread over his boyish face.
He tensed down on his tummy a bit, then a trickle of piss dribbled from his pisslips. Joey licked at the yellow drops, feeling them run down his tongue, warm and tangy. A sexy little hum came from his throat as he tasted the redhead's salty piss.
That encouraged Skipper to loosen up and let so the flow run. A strong shot of piss spurted out, flying right up Joey's nostrils and into his eyes. It stung real nice. Then he got better aim and sent his stream between the little blonde's open lips, pissing right down his throat. Some hit the child's white teeth and spattered back, sending droplets of yellow piss all over both little boys.
The older redhead liked the action, too. Terry started rutting like a bull up Joey's clenching ass as the little redhead pissed out his bladder right under his nose. The splash and guzzle of the water sports made him hot to blow his cum on the child's squirming guts. His solid cock appeared and disappeared in rapid strokes between the little boy's tiny ass-cheeks, getting rosier and rosier. All three of them were rocked by the fuck-thrusts and the rolling of the van along the road.
Carl felt the action warming up, smelling boypiss and ass mucus mix with the kids' sweet sweat. He found it hard to keep his eyes off the rear-view mirror and on the road ahead, and the windows were steaming up with all the boy-sex going on. His fucker was rock-hard as he tried to concentrate on driving.
Skipper was getting into it, weaving his ass around over Joey as he pissed the blonde's mouth full.
Joey kept digging his slender fingers into the redhead's ass. He groped around deep, getting his fingertips at the child's rosy asspucker. He felt the line of piss sputter just a bit as he sank a couple fingers inside, but then it just came out even stronger.
"Wow!" gasped Skipper. "That feels really good, digging around my ass! Push 'em deeper, Joey! Really jab into my shitter!"
Joey knew he was breaking in a virgin ass, knew how wonderful the tyke must feel with his first finger-fucking. He jammed four fingers into the child, and felt Skipper's ass-ring quiver around his knuckles. There was a tight, mushy heat inside the kid's bowels, and he stirred around fast, tweaking the youngster's ripe little prostate.
Skipper was dazed and crazy now, stretching up and weaving around like a cobra rising from a basket. His piss was soaking Joey's face and his pink balls all but disappeared into his smooth groin. Every bone and sinew showed through his skinny body as he strained with the new sensations.
Joey came first. As he swallowed the little redhead's sweet piss and felt Terry's cock plow his tail, he stiffened and rippled all over. His orgasm trembled through the other two boys as he spurted off string after string of milky cum up over Skipper's rosy buns and his own groping fingers. He fountained up another shot with each swallow of the redhead's tasty piss. His blonde hair was clmging to his skull, soaked in piss, and now was streaked with pearly strings of his cream.
Then came Terry. As Joey's guts wrung out his cock, he heaved in to the hilt and gave a little twist. His flaming cock burst with gush after gush of thick cum down Joey's tender ass.
A fuzzy red haze throbbed in Skipper's head. He didn't know what was happening-but he knew it had to happen! His delicate pelvis jerked, his little prick spraying his piss all over Joey's writhing face. He looked down at himself, watching the miracle occur, as his bony hips jerked again, the bullets of cum spat out of his cock along with his yellow stream. A wonderful fullness filled his belly, exploding delights popped up his frigged ass, and his pisser shot off nice wads of boy-cum. Spit fell in a long string from his open lips as he spunked off for the first time in his young life.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A roaring fire glowed brightly over the circle of fresh, young boys, making their tanned skin glow over their bare torsos. Carl looked around at the group and felt better than ever before, surrounded by spunky young lads, all randy and ready for a good time. He especially liked the little ones, of course, and he liked the way Joey and Skipper stayed buck naked after stripping off in the van. Both tykes remained spermy-stiff, too, their stiff pissers drooling lube, and hard as lollipops.
Joey and Skipper played around in the sand in the light of the fire, their baby asses up as they dug and scooted about, giggling and horsing around like the spunky little kids they were. Brad and Terry were relaxing from setting up camp, sipping sodas and getting hornier and hornier, their teen cocks pulsing in their jeans.
And Carl? He was chugging on a brew and letting everything unwind, imagining what a night this was going to be.
As the others watched, the little squirts started wrestling around, grabbing at each other and rolling around in the warm sand. Their little pricks just got all the harder as they pawed over each other's hairless bodies, and slick lube was drooling out in a steady stream.
"Got ya!" screamed Joey, wrestling the lighter weight redhead down onto his back, his arms held behind him tightly.
"Ya got me, Joey!" grinned Skipper, his lips red and open. "Now what are ya gonna do with me?"
Joey didn't answer. Instead, the supple blonde lowered his face down to Skipper's. Their delicate lips touched as Joey squirmed around, belly to belly, over the youngster. The children just rubbed their spit-slick lips over each other for a moment, breathing in each other's faces. Then their tiny pink tongues emerged and met.
There was a spark of electricity in the pits of their tummies as they twirled their tongues together, their lips barely touching.
"Nice, very nice," murmured Carl, almost to himself. "Look at those two chickies smooching around buck naked and not a hair on 'em, and making out better than any Hollywood movie."
"It's getting me hot, Carl," sighed Terry, watching his younger brother's awakening into the world of gay sex.
The boys called Carl by his first name now. All formal barriers were breaking down between him and the boys.
"Hell, I've wanted to screw around with Skipper for a long time now, and just didn't think he was ready."
"He looks ripe to me!" said Brad, his huge fucker tubing out his jeans down his pants leg. He rubbed over the bulge, his eyes glassy in the firelight.
Joey and Skipper were frenching pretty heavy now, twisting their cute faces around and sinking their tongues into each other's warm, wet mouths. Their rubbery little noses were mashed over their cheeks as they kissed. The lithe blonde started humping his pelvis into the redhead, his small ass clenching.
"Suppose they're gonna cum off doing that?" asked Brad.
"Go ahead and let 'em. Hell, they'll brew up more cum in a second, the way they're going at it," said Carl.
It was silent except for the roar of the fire as the man and older boys watched the little boys kiss and rub off below them on the sand. Skipper pulled his arms free and began to run his hands up and down Joey's sleek back. He caressed the child's soft, firm ass-cheeks, running his figners down the moist slit between the marshmallow buns. The blonde had his hands over Joey's skull, running his slender fingers through the kid's mane of red hair. There were soft, boyish moans of ecstasy as they made love before the other guys.
Then the tykes froze, mashing their red lips together. Spit dripped down Skipper's freckled cheek and glistening snot rubbed off between their touching noses. High-pitched whimpers of delight came from the children's throats as their small bodies went stiff.
"They're cumming. Hot damn, they're spunking off!" said Brad, rubbing over his cock.
Terry reached down and spread Joey's lean legs. "Yep. His little boypussy's puckering with each shot of jism," he grinned.
The others let the kids cool off for a minute, then went after them like starving animals. Brad grabbed Joey and rolled him off Skipper. The spunky little blonde lay on his back, slick with jism. The gooey stuff webbed out and over Skipper's supine body. Their sunk-in tummies were glossy with their cum, reflected in the light of the fire. And each of the young pricks squirted out another couple shots, still just as stiff as pencils. Their tiny ballbags were so tight they didn't have a wrinkle in them.
"Let's rough 'em up before we fuck 'em," said Carl.
"Yeah!" said Joey, his blue eyes glazed with excitement. "Whip me around and get me hot, fellas!"
Skipper's green eyes went wide with fear and lust. "Wh-W-Whip us?" he asked in a small voice, rubbing the ballsyrup around his belly. "Y-You gonna hurt me?" His little cock perked up even harder, not even bobbing around, like it was an extension of his bony pelvis.
Carl felt a savage need to lay into the lads, to punish them, to see them writhe with pain. "Yes," he said with quiet power.
Both youngsters felt a thrill tingle through their balls with the masculine energy throbbing around them. Hell, they were ready to take whatever these guys wanted to give them.
"You'll like it, Skip, honest you will," said Joey in his girlish voice. "You wait, even if they get bloody, it'll really make you feel real good all over."
The others watched as Terry went to the fire beside the two supine nude boys. He reached for a branch with dried leaves still clinging to it and pushed it into the blaze until it caught fire. The redhead took it out quickly, licking his crimson lips. Then he shook the burning branch over the bodies of the two youngsters.
Joey and Skipper wormed around sensuously, showering in the pain as the glowing ashes rained over their tender skin. It burned with an intensity that had both kids humping up with the thrill.
Carl's cock pulsed out pre-cum, watching the youngsters endure the fire-torture, the skinny boys writhing around like landed fish. He saw their delicate white skins redden where the hot ashes rained over them. There was a small hiss from the embers as they fell on sweat or cum-streamed skin. It must hurt, thought Carl.
Brad stood and grabbed another branch. Terry shoved his in the fire and ignited it again. Then both older boys spread a cascade of hot embers over Skipper and Joey again, burning them from head to wriggling pink feet.
"Hot! So goddamn, fuckin' hot! Give me more!" whined Joey.
"Feels like I'm burning up!" squealed Skipper. His skin was especially pale. His freckles seemed to burn hotter along shower of pain over him. Both boys twisted and convulsed as the sparks cascaded over them, sizzling into them.
They lifted their thin arms. Hot ashes fell into their moist armpits. Some landed on their smooth boy-balls. They arched up their skinny tummies to receive the sweet pain deep over their hairless groins. They showed every muscle, every tendon in their small bodies. Every rib lining their skinny chests stood out, and their delicate pelvic girdles were jutting out over their thin-stretched skin.
Terry and Brad loved punishing the boys. Carl was about to spunk off watching the action. He loved it, seeing the little boys in pain, and knowing they loved it too! Little red spots dotted their sweaty bodies, over their ribcages, their arched bellies, down their legs, each a mark of burning pain.
Little Skipper was getting turned on mighty fast to the joys of masochism.
"Oooooh, it hurts!" he babbled. "Wow, Joey, it feels like hot kisses all over me! Feels like I gotta cum off!"
"More," yelled the blonde, bridging up onto his head and feet. "Burn us up with that fire, men. Burn my balls off!"
The older kids quickly reached for fresh branches. As soon as they were flaming, they pulled them from the roaring blaze and whipped the burning branches over the smaller boys. They began to really lash the kids with the hot branches, laying into them with cruel power, stinging them with glowing pain.
Joey and Skipper were like worms on a hot griddle, twisting around and jerking as the burning whips lashed into them, sending out a fountain of sparks. Every rib stood out in their skinny chests and their tits were fiery hard. Their faces were contorted into masks of animal lust as they writhed in agony. They burned with young passion, their lean pricks turning purple with the joy of heavy torture.
"Oooooooh, ooooh, it's so hot!" Skipper wailed. "Terry, get my balls, please, burn my balls!"
The little boy spread his legs and arced up his belly even more. He was touching the sand with his feet and the back of his head, his tiny toes digging around like crazy.
"Me too," screamed the little blonde. "Get my balls, Brad!"
The older boys both went after the tiny egg-sacs. They whipped up between the children's spread legs, sending jolts of pain into the kid's bare balls. The youngsters spread their legs even farther, hungry for the searing whips. Terry and Brad saw the moist assfurrows spreading open and begging for it. They whipped the burning branches right into the smooth flesh, landing hot blows right over the youngster's raw asspuckers. Then they went back to the tiny egg-sacs, lashing them with fury. The children screamed with agony and joy as their balls stung and sizzled under the blows.
The little kids were about passing out from the blissful torture. They couldn't take much more, Carl saw. Their eyelids were fluttering and their mouths hung slack as they were brutally punished.
It was like the squirts were going into convulsions. Joey's shaking fingers went for his tits, twisting and pinching the seared nipples as his balls were mashed and lashed. Skipper's skinny arms were at his side as he arched, his fingers clenching into the sand.
Carl saw that Joey was trying to say something. He leaned down to the boy's grimacing face. The little blonde was whispering in a passionate whisper. "Crack 'em, crack my balls, crack 'em."
The man raised up again and gave Brad a nod. The football player ground the kid's balls in his fist so hard his knuckles turned white. Then Carl pistoned back his arm and plowed it full-force down into Joey's upraised tummy.
The child's whole body recoiled with the gut-punch. It caused a sweetie agonizing yank on his tiny ballsac, still held tight in Brad's meaty fist. He groaned long and loud, then heaved out squirts of jism. Long, thin strings of it flew from his pisser up over his head, some coming down over his face. Gushes of spunk shot over his chest in quick jerks. His thin fingers went wild on his nipples, now slick with his cumjuice, and his tiny toes gripped the sand, curling under.
Skipper faintly heard the plops of Joey's cum fountain down around him. He got a whiff of the bleachy jism and it sent him over. As his big brother ground into his pink belly, the little redhead heaved up and shot off. His spunk spat straight up from his lean prick, showering down over his stretched-up groin and spilling on his bony hips. A nice load for a kid so new to wet orgasms, too-surge after surge of milky cum ejaculated high and spattered in pearly droplets over his burned flesh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Let's fuck!" said Carl, his balls about to burst with the wild scene around the fire.
"Take my cherry!" screamed Skipper, thrashing around in his own jism, his virgin guts aching for heavy penetration. His pale body was voluptuous beyond belief, so young, so tender, hairless and burning with a fever only loads of man-cum could extinguish.
"Rape my ass off!" yelled Joey, his first couple of orgasms sparking off the lust he always craved-hot, brutal sex.
The older boys were beyond words, panting with passion, their swollen fuckers leaking gushes of pre-cum.
"Let's see ya fuck your baby brother, Terry," said Carl. Hell, he got a kick out of the boy's sinewy young body, and seeing him rape his younger brother, shit, that ought to be worth holding his own cum for a bit longer.
Terry's eyes burned like hot emeralds. He stripped off gracefully, revealing his pink beauty with fluid swiftness. His crimson cock was fully aroused, the red bush of hairs around the base glowing in the firelight. They were matted over his pale belly with his leaking fluids, and the shaft of his thick prick was pulsing with passion.
Little Skipper's eyes were on his brother's heavy cock, his ruby lips lax and wet. And his own immature cock was giving a little jerk with each beat of his heart.
"Here, let me get his ass ready for ya," said Joey.
The nimble blonde straddled Skipper's rib cage, his bony knees in the sand on either side of the little redhead. He grabbed the child's legs and pulled them up and back until Skipper's pink little toes were digging in the sand beside his head.
"Mmmmm, nice ass," said Joey, licking his lips. He had Skipper's red ass right under his nose, the redhead's ruby ass pucker so tiny and juicy in the sweaty slit of it.
The others looked on as the young blonde lowered his head between the youngster's hairless ass-cheeks and rubbed his face into Skipper's ass crack. He nuzzled into the child's warm buns like he was a weasel burrowing into its hole, rubbing his pug nose right over the kid's baby balls and down his assline. He opened his mouth and spread spit through the dewy furrow. He ran his tongue along the silky skin lining the child's bubbly ass.
The blonde tyke raised his face, slick with his own spit. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glazed over. "Gonna get me a taste of that ass. Gonna loosen the kid up for your fucker, Terry," he gasped. Then he went right back into the child's ripe ass-cheeks, worming his face around in a frenzy.
Joey felt the tight little ring of muscle pulse against his lips. He ran his tongue around the smooth lips of Skipper's red ass-hole. Then he worked his tongue-tip inside. Shit, the blonde liked that! He felt the gripping heat of the redhead's raw ass. He liked the tasty assmucus sliding around over his tongue as he sent it into the rubbery ring of Skipper's shitter. A succulent slurping sound came from the mating of Joey's mouth and Skipper's ruby-red ass-hole. Streams of saliva dripped from the crack of the redhead's ass and trickled down his legs.
The virgin redhead was in heaven with his blonde lover's tongue squirming around up his guts. He moaned and crooned under Joey's ass, feeling a ball of lust grow huge in his tummy as the other boy ate his shitter out. With his eyes squinted, he saw Joey's flexing ass-cheeks above him. They were irresistible. The dot of Joey's ass-hole became the focus of his drooling appetite for more and greater sex thrills.
"Gotta eat ass!" he sighed. He reached for Joey's clean thighs, his tiny fingers gripping into the blonde's flesh, and pulled his lover's asscrack down over his face.
The two youngsters were sucking and tonguing each other's ass-holes in a ball of boyish passion. Carl could see their cocks working as they slicked up with a film of sex-sweat over their hairless bodies. They got off with sucking up the rich tastes of each other's hidden juices. Brad had stripped off and was slowly stroking his cock along with Terry as they watched the chickens stir their tongues around up their raw shitters. Carl was the only one still dressed. He just let his cock throb in his pants as he watched the show.
It wasn't long before Skipper and Joey were humping around, clenching their baby buns and moaning as they sucked ass. Their toes dug into the sand and their bodies seemed to glow with an inner fire of boyish sexuality. Then, almost together, the children stiffened and dug their tasters extra deep within each other's churning guts. Quick, hot licks of jism squirted from their pricks.
Joey's lean cock spat a string of spunk up his chest and belly as he licked up Skipper's delicious shit channel.
The little redhead sprayed his balljuice all over himself as he pulled Joey's blonde buns firmly over his face.
After punching out their young cum, Joey lifted his face from Skipper's smooth ass. "I think he's ready for a cherry-popping, Terry," he said, his face smeared with ass juices and spit.
The older redhead was ready. He planted his big feet on either side his little brother's raised ass, his big fucker dripping slime and his flaming balls up tight under the root of it. "Hold him right there, Joey. I'm gonna plug his ass right under your nose, baby."
He eased the strawberry-ripe head of his cock to his baby brother's raw ass-hole. Damned if the little squirt didn't have some control over his pucker, too! The bud seemed to flutter for a couple seconds, then blossom open to the size of a dime, open so the scarlet lining of his ass glistened in the firelight.
"Do it, Terry," ordered Carl, "plow that pisser of yours into his cherry ass and give your brother a ride he'll never forget."
Terry did. He rubbed the slimy head over his brother's gaping ass-hole in little circles, then pushed out his pelvis and sent his cockhead nosing right in.
"Gimme, gimme, gimme your cock!" babbled the little redhead, his face still buried in Joey's firm buns.
Terry let his crimson cock work smoothly into his brother's gripping guts, stretching the youngster painfully wide and cramming him full of fuckmeat. The child was taking it, too, with hardly a murmur, just giving a little spasm of his arms and legs as he was impaled on his brother's massive cock.
Within a couple minutes of slow penetration, Terry was buried in his kid brother's ass up to his matted red cock hair. He sucked in his belly till every bone in his rib cage and pelvis stood out in the flickering fire. A trickle of sweat squeezed from his hairless armpit and trickled down over his pointed ruby tit and on down his panting belly.
"You got him fucked full," said Brad. "I got to get some ass before my brains buzz out."
The football player got behind Joey and encircled his lean waist with his meaty fingers. He lifted the blonde's ass off Skipper's face and aimed his mammoth fucker between the youngster's tight ass-cheeks.
"Here she goes!" he gasped, sending his fist-thick cock-knob into Joey's asscleft and nosing into the child's hungry pucker. He sucked in air and twisted around, screwing the shaft of his fucker through the youngster's writhing guts.
Both the older boys began to fuck the little guys. With heaving hips, they coordinated their thrusts to plow in and out of the chickens with steady determination. Carl liked the looks of that-the more developed adolescents working their thick pricks through the tight asses of the lusty youngsters.
Joey and Skipper were mighty heady with getting their bellies crammed full of cockmeat, too. Their baby balls sizzled with the thrills of having the rock-hard fuckers journey through their packed asses.
The little blonde was woozy with the sensations. He liked watching Terry's red cock sinking in and out of Skipper's cherry ass. But he wanted more. With drool dripping from his lips, he leaned forward and bent his head as Terry pulled out of his little brother's gripping shit-ter. Joey wrapped his lips around the redhead's juicy fuckshaft, running his tongue along the length of it as Terry ran it out of Skipper's ass-hole to the flare of his cock crown.
"Yeah, baby, lick around my cock while I fuck him," cried the redhead. "Suck up his plugged hole while I rape his guts to shreds!"
The little blonde did. He worked his lips and tongue over Terry's pistoning cock and Skipper's puckered ass-hole. He tasted rich ass juices, pre-cum, and the rusty hint of blood as he slurped around the fuck hole.
Skipper couldn't resist the same tempting sight right over his head. He saw the blonde's pretty little ass with Brad plowing right through it, and he had to get a lick at that stuff, too. He sent up his tongue and raised himself on his elbows, going to work on the football player's horsecock and Joey's fucked pucker.
The older boys were sweating and weaving in ecstasy, feeling the packed guts of the little kids as well as their rubbery lips and snaking little tongues over their cocks. There were grunts and groans, as well as the squishing sounds coming from the little boys' fucked asses. The youngster's tongues were whipping around the swollen fuckers and bleeding ass-holes like they were sucking up honey.
It was obvious to Carl that this type of activity wasn't going to last long. The older boys were getting their fuckers stimulated like they'd never had before. And the little ones, hell, they were getting their insides rubbed to a fever pitch. And they were getting their fill of sexy flavors with the youths dragging their shit-smeared cocks across their whipping tongues. There was more raw boysex humping around there on the beach than the man had ever seen, a writhing ball of lusty boys, working to orgasm like a single animal.
"Arrrrrrhg! Punchin' cum!" growled Brad. His thick muscles bunched up as he sunk his cock deep up Joey's torn ass. He felt Skipper lick around his balls and he burst out his load. Waves of passion swept over him as he gushed out his cum, over and over, into the blonde's hungry guts.
Joey couldn't stand it any longer. He felt his guts mashed and filled with Brad's massive load. He swallowed flavors of Joey's ass and Terry's ramming cock, and he came off. His convulsing orgasm triggered a rippling eruption from the little redhead beneath him. As he spurted out his own balljuice all over himself, Skipper went wild with the head-ringing sensations of his virgin fuck. His little ruby balls about disappeared up his groin as he felt his brother's cock jab him deep. Skipper's small cock spattered out a wild series of cum-bullets down over both the blonde and his own wrinkled tummy.
Terry tried to hold off longer. He felt each boy tighten and ripple over into orgasm beneath him, feeling his own cum build up to the back of his throat. He grasped his little brother's crimson ass-cheeks with one hand and got his other hand over Joey's blonde head. He gripped the child's skull tightly, cramming it down along his cock as he sunk to the hilt into Skipper's red ass. He threw back his head with the assgrip-ping his baby brother was giving the root of his fucker. His mouth dropped and his tits pointed out sharply from the stretched skin of his bony chest. He spunked deep into his raped brother's raw ass, sending his recoiling cum into the child with immense ropes of jism.
Carl watched as the intertwined boys pulsed off in orgasm, their slick young bodies clenching and spewing out spunk in and over each other. He caught a whiff of fucked ass and rich boycum along with their sweet sweat. It was time for him to act.
As the ball of boyfiesh fell apart, and thick, red cocks popped out of the youngsters' rubbed-raw ass-holes. The man stripped, his eyes on the cummy, panting boys. He wanted Skipper. The tiny redhead brought out a lusty need in the man. He needed to sink his manly fucker into the little boy's near-virgin ass-hole and screw the shit out of the kid.
He reached down to the splayed-out child's legs and grabbed his ankles. He pulled Skipper up until his cock nosed in and under the boy's dripping ass-cheeks. Then, with his hands more than covering Skipper's baby buns, he sent his cock into the child.
Skipper screamed! His head swinging down between the man's thick legs, he arched back and let out a scream of unendurable delight! He throbbed with pain up his torn asschannel. He squirmed around, trying to escape. His thin arms twitched as they hung down below his head, sweeping over the sand. Hell, the man was twice the size of his brother!
But Carl just lifted the writhing little tyke over his swollen cock, sinking in through the mushy guts of the kid with a steady shove of his hips. A cruel sneer was fixed on the man's face as he felt the little squirt get wrapped tight around his fuckmeat.
"Give it to him, Carl," prompted Terry. "Give my baby brother a load of your cum!" He saw Skipper's mouth hanging open with the overwhelming pain and pleasure awakening in his young body. "Hell, the kid's still got a virgin mouth," he said.
Terry's red cock hadn't lost any starch from fucking his little brother's ass. As Carl journeyed up Skipper's ass to the hilt, Terry leaned down and cupped his bony shoulders. He lifted Skipper up and the child's face fell back just right, so that Terry's ripe fucker could plow his brother's juicy mouth.
Skipper didn't have much of a chance to react. His guts rammed with fuckmeat up to his tits, he saw his brother's crimson prick waving around in his face. He wanted it.
Terry fucked into his little brother's face with savage energy. He hit the back of Skipper's throat and bucked his lean hips. That sent his cock in deep, right down the little boy's clutching neck.
Carl and Terry had the child bridged between them, filled with their cockmeat. They began to whip their hips, sending their raging fuckers into the little lad with a brutal fury.
Brad was still horny. He grabbed little Joey. With his ass planted in the sand, the football player pulled the supple blonde's ankles up over his hips till the squirt's oozing red ass touched his cumlips. Then he ran his fucker right into the split buns of Joey's ass and began to run the child over his prickmeat with staccato jabs.
Skipper was whipped about pretty wildly with-the two guys fucking him around in the air. His pretty little prick was pointed straight up, a steady line of drool dripping down over the pink head of it. It didn't take long, though, to buzz his baby balls with all the heavy fucking he was taking. The child began to go red with passion and lack of air as he was punched around with fuckmeat.
High, thin squirts of Skipper's jism erupted from his tiny prick. It went straight up, showering down over him with pearly little droplets.
Carl couldn't take the kid's ass-grabbing much longer. And seeing the little fucker spunk off like that had his mind reeling. He clenched his ass-cheeks tight and plowed into the child, feeling membranes ripping and bones shoved aside. A red haze enveloped him and he felt his balls explode. Floods of rich, manly cum cannoned from his cock. The most massive orgasmic load of his life missiled into the little boy's ripped guts.
Terry went off next. He felt the strangling grips of his little brother's throat squeeze his cock. He felt Skipper's tongue spasm around the root of his fucker. He mashed his balls over his brother's turned-up nose and held his cock deep. His load spurted directly into Skipper's stomach, filling it with his recoiling wads of spunk.
Down on the sand, Joey was getting his blonde balls blitzed royally by the big football player. The guy had his meaty fingers around the youngster's ballbag as he worked his fucker around deep in Joey's belly.
"Crack 'em!" screamed the lithe blonde, arching back in the sand, skewered to the limit on Brad's massive fucker. With a good twist and mash, the boy was sent to heaven. His little pisser spewed out another quivering load of slimy spunk all over his skinny tummy.
Brad shook and tensed. He heaved hard, a pelvic thrust that about knocked the air out of the orgasming child, then his dammed-up cum burst out.
That was the start of a mighty hot night at the beach. It wasn't till dawn that the man and boys had finally fucked, shitted and pissed themselves into a blissful sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
It was slave week at Comstock Progressive School, a time when upperclassmen could make a slave out of one of the younger boys. Brad naturally had Joey, and the blonde youngster was happy as a kid at Disneyland to play the slave to the hunky master. Skipper was the personal slave to his older brother, Terry. They were a dynamite pair, too, slender and red-headed boys, both full of sexual energy and ready to try anything for a thrill.
The other boys-and the teachers, too-were mighty pleased to see Brad show up to classes with the slender blonde in tow, a studded leather band around his thin neck and wearing nothing but that same old stained jock around his narrow hips. The neckband was clipped with a chain that went to Brad's meaty fist. He enjoyed pushing and kicking the submissive little blonde around in front of the other guys.
Mr. Johnson took advantage of the opportunity to use Joey as an anatomy lesson in his biology class. At Brad's prompting, the teacher had the almost naked scamp come to the front of the class. And there, as the roomful of boys drooled, the man showed the class all of the body's muscles with Joey as the model. He didn't just point out the boy's sinewy development either. Mr. Johnson ran his hands over the smooth child, fondling and groping as he demonstrated the exact location of every muscle.
"Now Joey is still pubescent, so his muscles are fairly undeveloped," he said. "Here, for instance, are the pectorals." He cupped the child's skinny breastflesh in his hand. "As you can see, there is really no muscular definition here yet, where in the mature male, there is a sharp line below the nipples and running along here to the armpit."
Joey grinned and weaved around with the man's touch over his silky skin. He was perpetually hard, his little cock jutting to a point out of the scummy sac of his loose jock. The cum-stained pouch was damp.
Mr. Johnson had the youngster stand on a chair as he continued. Joey scampered right up, letting everyone look him over. The loose chain hung down over his slender back as he went kind of sway-back, jutting out his bony little pelvis.
"The thighs are the thickest of the muscle groups," said the teacher, running his clenching fingers up and down over Joey's hairless legs. "Again, you can see, however, that Joey's young thighs are hardly thicker than my arm. And the skin-sheath over his legs is still velvety smooth with youth. The youngster's calves are tight and firm."
The man's forehead was beaded in sweat as he continued to erotically pet the boy under the guise of teaching the class. Nobody was fooled. There was a roomful of horny boys, their juices oozing with watching the little squirt about spunking off with the rub-down.
"How 'bout the toe muscles, Mr. Johnson," said one boy in the the front seat.
"Uh, yes, the toes," said the man, running his fingers over Joey's small foot, then going between the child's gripping and spreading toes. "The longest muscles in the body, going to the toes. Joey's are not even calloused, smooth pads, tiny pink toes." no
The man looked up with a grin. "Did you know that the only time the toes of a human clench is during orgasm?"
There was silence for a moment. Then one of the boys said, "Prove it."
"Yeah, you left out on one of the kid's muscles, too," said another.
"His love-muscle!" said Brad.
Mr. Johnson's trembling fingers trailed off over Joey's toes, and he looked up to the boy's blue eyes.
Joey nodded his head slow, just once. His eyes were glazed and his lips and tits glowed red.
Without a word, the teacher's shaking hands went to the youngster's willowy waist. He grasped the elastic band and yanked it down. The child's stiff cockstalk scraped over the cummy jock and sprang up to his tummy with a juicy slap. The stained jock fell to Joey's ankles and he kicked it off, standing stark naked before the room of horny males.
"Cum off, Joey!" yelled one of the boys.
"Let's see your spunk spit, baby!"
"Shit, Joey, your pisser's so hard it's red as a strawberry!"
The youngster was indeed the picture of lust. His open lips were puffy and red. Even his hairless pubes seemed to swell, as though the kid was pumping cum up his guts before shooting it loose. The words he heard were like lashes of a whip, sweet and sexy. He felt a slick heat surge over him, buzzing in his ears.
As the whole class looked on, Joey kind of vibrated throughout his slender body. He stiffened some, his groin jutting out. Then he popped his wad! Without touching himself, without anyone touching him, the sleek little blonde spouted off a powerful series of cum-jets all over himself. His vertical little cock shot cum in an arc over his shoulder, over his thin-ribbed chest and own his panting tummy. Quivering with passion, the kid spurted his cumjuice over and over, till it was streaming down his legs.
The class looked at the ooze dribble down his pink feet and saw the kid's toes turn under, clinging to the seat of the chair. There was a squishy sound as Joey's bare feet worked around in the puddle of spunk on the smooth wood.
The next class was shop. Brad didn't even bother pulling the flimsy jock back up Joey's thin legs. He just paraded the spunky slave bare-ass naked around the halls. Joey loved it, and his lean pisser remained glued to his pubes as he let the whole school view his slimy cock and balls. He'd even give his lean hips a little wiggle when he saw another especially cute boy ogle his cock, an impish grin on his cute face. And he was drooling out more and more fuckjuice all the time, till his slender stalk was dripping with ballsyrup.
The whole school got off on seeing the spermy little lad walking around in public without a stitch on him. Their eyes scanned his boyish lines, zeroing in on the child's vertical pisser and smooth balls. He raised a lot of jism as he was led by Brad around the crowded halls, giving a tug on the youngster's thin neck every so often to let the other boys know who was his master.
And it was Carl who was taking charge of the shop class, too. Their regular instructor had to leave early, and the athletic director was happy to take over. When the man saw Brad lead Joey into shop with that leather bondage around his neck and his sexy body stripped nude, hell, he knew there was going to be some funky fun.
"Lef s give the little queerboy a titring, Carl," suggested Brad.
"Yeah!" yelped the child, prancing from foot fo foot. "I saw that in a magazine once. Looks real painful and hot, having a speared ring slice through my tittie."
The youngster had his fingers up and twisting around his nipples, getting them red.
Brad gave a savage yank on the chain. "You keep your fairy hands off yourself!" he growled.
Joey's fair hair flew with the pull, and he about fell over. It felt so damn good, having the football player master him around in front of the other guys. A single spurt of jism jetted up from his stiff prick.
Carl rubbed his meaty hands, anticipating further punishment to the little kid. "Up on the table, Joey," he ordered.
Brad lifted the light-weight youngster up. Joey's baby ass-cheeks flattened out a little over the rough wood. The crack of his ass was warm, red and moist. His lean legs dangled loose.
"The little whore might thrash around some with the pain," said the hunky youth. "Jeff, get something to hold him in place while we spear him."
Jeff grabbed a small vise. He shoved it over the end of the table between Joey's spread legs and clamped it firmly to the wood.
Joey let out a low moan of lust. The skinny towhead saw the direction things were going. His brain reeled, knowing he was going to really take some heavy punishment. He gave a little grin and scooted his ass forward, sinking a couple splinters up his ass as he wedged his tiny balls between the jaws of the vise. His lips spread in an angelically evil grin, and he swiped his tongue over his even white teeth. He felt the cold, cruel metal hug his ballbag, and a tingle went up his spine.
"Give it a twirl," said Brad.
Carl and the other boys watched as Jeff spun the vise handle. It closed over Joey's vulnerable pink balls like a shark's jaws chewing into salmon eggs. The brown-haired boy twisted the vise tight, smashing the blonde's balls and holding him down tight.
Joey didn't say a word. He was glazed with a film of sweat and was panting like a puppy. He was kind of hunkered over his tortured balls, his hard cock vibrating against his blushing pubes. Then he spermed off. Hot licks of jism splashed right up into his face. His ballbag blitzed with pain and the youngster couldn't help but zip off a load of cum. He orgasmed with quivering spurts, till the cum dripped off his turned-up nose and open lips in long slimy strings.
"Here's the ring, Brad," said Carl. He handed the muscled football player a semicircle of metal, slightly sharpened at one end, about an inch and a half in diameter.
"How we gonna close it after we stab it through the kid?" asked Jeff, his huge brown eyes steamy with lust.
Brad thought for a second, then twirled the bright metal in his hairy fingers. "We'll solder it on the little slave."
Joey let out a groan of passion. He stretched up from his mashed balls, letting his rib cage jut out. Cum laced over his face and down his smooth cheeks. A line of snot ran over his upper lip. "I'm ready for it," he mumbled.
The others leaned in as Brad raised the ring to Joey's delicate chest. They could see the lacing of blue veins beneath his thin skin. The child's nipple was smaller than a penny, a small crimson disc. His tit pointed sharply.
"Hold my arms behind me," said the child. "Hold me tight while you run that into me, please."
Carl got behind the little blonde and pulled his slender arms behind him. He looked down at Joey's juicy little ass slit as he did it, knowing he'd have to run his fucker between those buns again before this was all over. He got Joey's wrists together in one paw and forced the boy's hands right up to the nape of his slender neck. He heard the child sigh with pleasure as he was held painfully tight.
"Go ahead and spear him," said the man.
The atmosphere in the shop was hot and dusty. The boys were sweaty, their pants were damp with lube. Brad got the sharper end of the ring to Joey's flesh, just at the side of his tit disc. He scratched it around, reaching for the nipple with his other hand and twisting it out.
There was a gasp from the other youths as the football player prepared the little slave for penetration, squeezing the pointy disc and twisting it around. Joey moved with it, his blonde hair cascading over his forehead almost to his drooping blue eyes as he was yanked around by his nipple in the tackle's knuckled fist. A line of jism gleamed in the blonde strands.
"Do it!" whispered Joey.
Brad pushed the point into the child. It pricked, then punctured the youngster's thin skin. A drop of blood immediately oozed around the sinking shaft of metal. Carl felt the kid's bound arms jerk with pain. With little twists, the husky youth impaled Joey's nipple onto the ring, shoving under the child's tit disc, feeling tissue tearing as he skewered the boy's delicate flesh.
"I can see it running under his skin," murmured Jeff, breathless with awe.
Joey's hair was shaking as he quivered with the pain. He kept his head down, his eyes watching the ringtip run through his chest. He saw it pimple up the skin on the other side of his nipple, then break through. A thin stream of blood trickled down over his ribs and his panting tummy, streaking around his clamped balls. He orgasmed. Squirts of his ballslime splattered over Brad's working fingers as he pushed his ring through Joey.
"Get the soldering iron, Jeff," said Brad.
The lanky brown-haired boy handed the red-hot tool to the football player. Carl could feel Joey trembling. He rested his free hand on the youngster's back, feeling the child's spine ripple under his fingers.
Brad's lips spread in an evil grin, and he touched the tip of the soldering iron to the child's jabbed tit.
Joey sprang tight, arcing back with the agony. He yanked at his balls, clamped tight in the vise. A line of smoke from his fried nipple curled up around his nose. He was about blacking out with the torture, his eyelids fluttering, drool dripping from his lips. His clenching fingers dug into the hair at the nape of his neck as he arched back with the searing pain.
With a hiss, Brad planted the red hot metal over the youngster's chest again, holding it there. Blood, sweat and cum sizzled under the red-hot tool.
A shattering scream was ripped from Joey's lungs, and he spasmed into a powerful orgasm. Gushes of sperm shot hard from his ball-crushed little cock. It spattered over the soldering iron, making a steamy sizzle. The room was filled with the smell of burning flesh and bleachy boy-jizz as Joey weaved around over his spurting prick.
"The solder, Jeff," gasped Brad.
With the soldering iron reheated, the football player quickly closed up the ring through Joey's tit, the cum and sweat steaming off him.
CHAPTER TEN
Carl and the class of boys had their tongues about hanging out. They'd never seen such a scene of slave torture in their lives. They felt the heat of their groins envelop them, and were crazed with the need to release their built-up spunk.
"Loosen the vise, Jeff," said Brad.
Carl let the youngster's hands loose. They fell at Joey's sides, limp, as the child sagged forward.
Brad unzipped his pants and hauled out his mammoth fucker, angry-red and dripping with slime. Dark cockhairs bristled around the open fly of his pants. He quickly grabbed the punished slaveboy and threw him back over the table. He yanked the vise loose and dropped it to the floor.
Joey just let himself be used like a sexdoll, lying back open and vulnerable, baby-naked and tit-speared. Beneath the lad's red ballbag was the dewy slit of his boyish ass.
The football player grabbed and lifted the child's skinny legs. He jackknifed the youngster until the kid's sweaty toes ran through his damp blonde hair. Then he aimed his massive cock between the kid's rosy ass-cheeks and thrust his pelvis forward.
There was another gasp as the boys saw Brad's mean fuckmeat spread the child's asspucker with its wide spongy head. It didn't look possible, but they watched as the husky youth plowed forward, spreading Joey's tender shitter to the size of a silver dollar.
"Hot ass," said Brad, letting the head of his fucker enjoy the sensations of Joey's gripping ass-ring. "Best damn fuck-hole in the worldthis little queer slave's ass!"
Then he penetrated the youngster with his fat, log-hard cockmeat. Inch after thick inch of cock journeyed up Joey's squirming guts. The boy's tight ass gasket slid along the cock missiling into his belly. Brad fed his fucker in to the limit, giving Joey a few hard humps of his groin as his cockroot nuzzled into the hairless ass of the child.
"Oh, fuck me, master," Joey whimpered. "Fuck me hard, please. Feed me your cum, master!"
Brad pulled his cock about nine or ten inches out of Joey's grasping ass. The boys saw it was coated with ass mucus and pre-cum, shining thick and hot. Then he rammed it back in.
Over and over, with heaving grunts, Brad fucked Joey. He thrust into the youngster with gut-punching, tooth-jarring strokes. The little boy was pushed around on the rough wood as Brad fucked like a bull. The youngster's feet waved around over Joey's face as he felt the delightful thrusts up deep in his guts. His lean prick sputtered out clear syrup over his smooth tummy.
Then Brad plowed in and held the kid tight. His sneering face was set in an ecstatic mask of lust. "Arrrrgh! Cumming! I'm feeding the little fairy a ball-load of hot cum, men!" he growled. Gushes of his boy-cum swelled the length of his fuckmeat, then shot hard into Joey, over and over.
Joey was crazed with the cum filling his tummy. He curled in even farther upon himself. He dropped his jaw and sucked in his toes. He bit down, chewing into them as he creamed off. The spurts of his jism flew up between his legs and splashed down all over his balled-up body.
It was orgy time! Nothing could stop it. As soon as Brad had sucked his drooping cock out of Joey's tail, Jeff was on the kid like a rutting animal. He pulled the child off the table and got behind the skinny kid.
"Got to fuck!" was all he could say, his long, lean cock already jutting up from his open pants. He bent his knees, centering his stiff cock between the little kid's reddened ass-cheeks, then just eased in as he straightened up. The tall kid lifted Joey right off his little feet as he speared the youngser's ass to the hilt. Skewered tight on Jeff's throbbing cock, Joey's front was available for more torture.
Carl produced some pins and passed them around. As Jeff humped his hips, driving his fucker through Joey's shitter, the others began to pierce the youngster with pins.
One after another, they sank the sharp points into the fucked youngster, getting him hotter and hotter. One boy speared Joey's other little tit. The next impaled the kid's panting tummy, running the shaft of the pin right through the skin on either side of the boy's belly button.
"Boy, you should feel what each jab does to my cock!" sighed Jeff, sweat trickling down his face. "He grips down nice and juicy with every pain!"
The boys stopped spearing the slaveboy and watched as the brown-haired boy started humping real fast. Joey was flopping around in Jeff's arms like a ragdoll, blood and cum dripping down his slender body. His arms and legs weaved around limply as he felt the popping of lights explode in his brain. His blonde head fell back, resting on Jeff's heaving chest, and hot licks of boycum squirted from his little prick.
"Cum! Cumming off!" yelled Jeff, arching back and plowing deep. His mouth opened and his teeth showed as he spurted off his boiling balls up Joey's cummy ass.
And Joey felt the tingle of orgasm ripple through him again. More squirts of cum spat straight up from the purple bullet head of his prick. His cream was dripping down him like hot oil.
Then it was every man for himself. Joey was fucked by every boy in his class, his ass oozing their boy-cum down his quivering legs. His own jism slicked over his hairless body as he was fucked and fucked and fucked. The tiny raped ass-hole was smarting and red as a cherry as they handed him around, each sinking their hard fuckers up his tight little tail.
Some continued stabbing pins in him, too. They found that sinking them into the youngster's stiff cockshaft was especially fun. And a pin pricking into the little head of his pisser made his ass grab the cock up his ass mighty nicely.
By the time the last kid was sliding his cock through Joey's cummy bowels, his lean prick was stuck full of pins, smeary blood mixing with his balljuices down over his tight little ballbag.
"Everybody get their cum unloaded up the slaveboy?" asked Carl. He looked around at the exhausted boys, some of them with their swollen, half-hard cocks still hanging out their pants. There was a hard-breathing silence. "OK, Joey," he said, "it's my turn."
The little kid shuddered. He was about unconscious on his feet, so many sensations flooded him. He hurt so wonderfully bad, he didn't want it to end. His speared prick slapped tight up to his belly. He was feverish with desire for the big man to get his rocks off up his severely raped ass-hole.
"I know what the little slaveboy-likes," said the red-eyed man, remembering his first fuck with the boy on the beach. He wrapped his arm around the child and hauled him, limp and dripping jism, over to a basin at the side of the shop. It was full of scummy water where the boys washed off after working.
Carl threw the youngster belly-down over the rim of the sink and drew his heavy cock from his pants. The other boys gasped at the size of the man. Then they looked over Joey's baby ass-cheeks, wondering if that salami was going to split the kid right up the middle.
Carl nuzzled the head of his fist-sized fucker between the blonde's tight ass-cheeks, burrowing right into his assfurrow like a battering ram. The kid's buns spread like marshmallows, taking the man. Then Carl sucked in his breath and sent his cock into Joey, feeling the wonderful grip of his ass-ring squeeze the length of his cockmeat.
Joey was about numb. But he thrilled at the fullness cramming his ass. His damp hair was clinging to his skull, and sweat coated his lean back. He knew what was next, and his groin grew warm. He felt the man's large hand cup his head and push his face down, down, into the filthy water.
The other boys watched as the towhead's face blurred under water. They saw the man release his hand and the kid just let himself go limp on the man, letting himself drown. Bubbles popped around Joey's floating hair as Carl began to plow his tail.
"Uh! uh! uh!" the man grunted as he pumped his fucker through the kid with vigorous thrusts. Joey was pounded forward with each gut-punch, his skull bouncing off the porcelain with pain.
Over and over, Carl pounded Joey's guts, mashing around within the youngster's cummy guts. The boy's ass spasmed around his fucker as he went into drowning convulsions. Water sloshed around the boy's head as he went red with suffocating thrills. His dangling arms floated over the water, and he never once tried to lift his head and take in air.
Carl pistoned his hips in powerful jerks. He was beyond any thinking. He no longer cared if the little squirt lived or died, he was so consumed with passion. On and on, he slid his cock through Joey's clinging ass-hole, getting thicker and longer and harder.
The man finally heaved in, cracking Joey's skull against the basin. Carl's ass-cheeks clenched tight and he trembled. He went red-brained hot and shot! He came off bigger and better than ever before in his life. He rubbed hard over Joey's upraised buns and mashed his cock deep up the kid. He flooded the drowning boy's bowels with cum.
The boys watching heard a splatter. They looked between the man's straining legs and saw Joey's jism fly up and drip down between his flopping feet.
Carl squirmed his spurting cock until he'd drained his balls. Then he yanked the small blonde up with a fist in his wet hair.
The youngster sputtered and coughed, water spraying from his flushed cheeks. "Super fuck!" he managed to gasp. "You all gave me the best fucking time ever! Shit, I love being a slave to you guys!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By the time Carl and Joey walked into the locker room after their adventures in shop, Terry and his little brother Skipper were putting on a show for another group of horny teens.
There was the sexy little boy, stripped raw and tied up by his wrists to a drainpipe. There were about six older youths around him, flicking their piss-soaked towels at the dangling kid. A sharp snap, and the abrasive cloth burned another welt over the tender skin of the pale little kid. His baby-buns were crimson and wet with sweaty piss. His little prick was bouncing stiff with blows, shining cherry-red. And there was a dreamy look on his cute face. He was enjoying it-getting the shit beat out of him! His sea-green eyes were blazing, and his ruby lips were panting surges of hot, sweet pain.
"The little kid-likes a whipping about as much as you do, Joey," said Carl. He and the naked blonde boy approached the action, which was in the middle of the caged area where towels were given out after showers. There were juicy slaps against Skipper's delicate body. It sounded like exploding firecrackers as they shook the child with their sting.
"God, that looks good, Carl!" sighed Joey. He'd slipped the pins out of him, and his pink prick was hugging up against his belly again, stiff as a candy cane. His titring gleamed on his rib cage.
Terry heard him talking above the snap of the towels. He turned his head, his red hair mussed and falling over his forehead. He was stripped raw too, and his cinnamon-red cock was rock-hard, his balls up tight between his lean legs. "Come on and join the fun," he said. "I got me a pretty little slave-boy brother, all tied up and taking a beating like a champ."
Carl and his blonde little slave got into the wired-off area and just watched. They saw one of the boys doing the whipping stop for a second. "Towels are drying off, men," he said. "Let's soak 'em down again."
With that, all the boys stopped whipping. They tossed their towels in a heap at Skipper's small feet. The child's toes swung four inches off the floor. He was such a little thing that his red head was still at a level beneath the larger boys. Then they aimed their aroused cocks up at the hanging boy and let fly with hot, steamy lines of piss.
"Wheeeee. Piss on me! Soak me with your stinking piss, masters!" yelled Skipper, writhing in his bonds. He showered in their piss, opening his red lips wide to catch the streams of it splashing over his face. The piss pelted over the kid, from his soft red hair to his twitching little toes. He gleamed with the stuff, loving the warm shower the boys were giving him. It made the welts they'd stung into him smart. A single pulse of thin cream drooled from his tiny prick.
Carl and Joey joined in the water sports. The man lifted his hoser and strained down to start a spurt of piss. The yellow liquid punched out. Carl grinned with excitement as his stream splattered Skipper right in the face. He chuckled as the child opened his mouth wide and began to guzzle the stuff right down.
Joey pulled his stiff little prick away from his tummy and let fly. His thin stream drummed over the youngster's tight belly.
Skipper was overjoyed. The whipping had got him spermy-hot. And now this! Drenched with piss, the redhead arched out, his pelvis and ribs jutting through his pale skin. Then he convulsed, his knees jerking up to his tits. Quick bullets of jism shot from his tiny wet prick. He threw back his head and orgasmed out his sweet spunk as the piss splashed all over him.
As their bladders emptied, the other boys grabbed the towels, now soaked in the piss that flowed down off the little boy. They twirled them tight and began to smack the hanging youngster with renewed energy. Slaps of pain flashed into Skipper as he twitched limp in the ropes. His ass was glowing rosy-red, smeared with pissy blood. His sucked-in belly was beet-red with the lashing, and his balls were burning.
Carl and Joey just watched. The man stroked his aroused fucker while the little blonde toyed around with his balls.
One of the boys, a tall lad with a butch haircut, could hold his passion no longer. He got behind Skipper as the others continued to whip the boy's front. He wrapped his pissy towel around Skipper's skinny waist and aimed his fat fucker between the redhead's burning ass-cheeks. With quick, pumping motions of his hips, the boy pulled the towel and worked his cock up Skipper's tiny ass-hole.
"Fuck that in me! Whip me bloody and fuck me full!" screamed the slaveboy, writhing in the ropes.
The crew-cut youth pulled Skipper's body over his cock with the towel till he was buried to the hilt within the child. He began a rocking of his hips. His mature prick slid in and out of the little redhead's abused asschannel. The butch boy got a dreamy, faraway look in his squinty eyes as he felt Skipper's guts work over his sensitive cock.
"Beat his balls!" yelled the butch kid through gritted teeth. "His ass really grabs when you sting his berries."
The other boys drew back and sent the wet towel-tips stinging into Skipper's tight eggsac, whipping a tooth-ache sweet pain up through the childs smarting groin. The boys liked seeing the thick tube of cock plowing up between the youngster's tiny buns as they slammed into the kid's ripe berries.
It wasn't long before the butch kid was clenching his ass-cheeks and grunting with lust. As Skipper writhed around with the pain, he slapped his belly into the child's little ass with intense thrusts, rutting the kid like a mink in heat.
Then he held himself snug against the boy. Whipping towels spattered Skipper as the big youth shuddered and erupted his spunk within the youngster's churning guts.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" panted the butch kid, letting out a gasp with each gush of cum that he fucked deep into Skipper.
And the little redhead? Hell, feeling the boy spear his belly and flood him with cum, the little boy let out a series of squirts from his own little pisser. His cock was whipped around as he came, and droplets of his balljuice flew all over, showering over the sweaty boys.
"Take the slaveboy's ass, men, all of you!" hissed Terry.
Just as Joey had been fucked by every boy in shop, Skipper was whipped and fucked by every boy in the locker room. Some took his ass slow, but most of them went after the kid's ripe ass-hole with blurring hips, tearing his bowel walls and sending delicious pain through his guts.
And the hairless little redhead had never been happier. He was in a prolonged state of bliss, almost continuous orgasms shaking his small body as the whipping and fucking went on for well over an hour. Bloody spunk dripped down his lean belly and flowed over his legs. It dripped, with the piss, between his toes onto the slippery floor beneath his twisting feet. Over and over, with his soft groans of ecstasy, another boy would pierce his buns and ram his cock deep up Skipper's squishy ass.
Finally, every boy had deep-dicked the child but his own master-his big brother. Terry had snapped his towel over his little brother as each boy took the kid's ass, keeping his own cum just at the point of release in his throbbing red cock.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, baby brother. Fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before," he said with a leering snarl on his freckled face. "Get him down from there, men."
A couple of boys untied the ropes binding Skipper's skinny wrists and let the child drop in a naked heap to the slimy floor.
Terry lay down on his back beside the boy. He turned his head, looking with burning green eyes at his brother. "Lick me, Skip-baby. Lick me and kiss me all over!"
With a mixture of boyish eagerness and pained restraint, the little kid began to tongue-bath the naked pale skin of his older brother. He leaned over the slender older boy with his tongue hanging out and his tiny prick sticking out stiff from his hairless groin. There came a squishing sound as he worked his ass-cheeks over the oozy concrete floor.
Beginning with Terry's big feet, Skipper licked up between his big brother's spread toes. Over each one, then down between, through the dewy hollows, the child slurped like he was licking up an ice-cream cone. Terry chuckled low in his throat as his baby brother's bud-rough tongue rubbed down over the soles of his feet.
Then Skipper began to lick up his brother's smooth legs, first one, all the way to Terry's bulging balls, then the other. He nosed around inside Terry's twitching thighs. He ran his piss-soaked head around his brother's pounding fucker, making Terry's red crotch-hair spread out damply over his belly with his spit.
"Get my tits, little slave-brother," growled Terry. "Give my tits a nibble."
Skipper weaved his way up Terry's washboard belly and ran his tongue in little circles around his brother's crimson nipples. Then he gently chewed and sucked at each sharp little point of erected titflesh. Terry groaned and weaved his head around over the pissy floor.
Skipper raised his head and got his face right up over his brother. They looked long and deep into each other's eyes. The little kid lowered his lips to Terry's and they kissed. On and on, they frenched deeply. The older brother's cock tapped hard against his belly. Gushes of prefuck oozed out over his pale groin. Skipper's slender prick dripped syrupy slime over his brother's skinny belly.
Then Terry exploded. He got his hands to Skipper's freckled cheeks and shoved the lightweight kid off him. The youngster flew over onto his back. With a growl, the older brother pounced on the lean little boy and whipped him over onto his belly, pulling his hands behind him in a tight hammer lock.
"Gotta fuck!" Terry snarled. He hunkered over his baby brother's body, his long cock reaching up to the kid's sharply outlined shoulder blades. Then he raised up his ass, pointing his red fucker down between the child's trembling, well-fucked ass-cheeks. like a greased piston, he snaked his hips down and forward, driving the flaming head of his cock through his little brother's bloody assglobes.
"Whoooopeeeee!" gasped Skipper, feeling his brother's throbbing cock knob part his buns and nudge his ass-hole. "Shove it in, master! Feed me your fucker!"
Terry did. Whoosh, went his cock. Down to his red-hot cockhair went his prick, deep into the clenching guts of his brother's cummy ass. The older boy fell flat onto his brother, burying him beneath his humping body.
He'd hardly started fucking when Carl could stand it no longer. Seeing little Skipper get speared got his balls boiling. But now, there was the pulsing red fuck-hole of Terry's, moist and hot and hairless, like a wet ruby. The man had to have that boy's ass. He saw Terry's thick cock plow into Skipper's tiny ass, and he wanted to join in the fuck.
Carl mounted Terry, resting his hands on the teen's lean sides. He centered his mancock into the kid's steamy ass slit and pushed his hips forward.
There was a jump from the kid as his raw ass-hole was nosed by Carl's mammoth fuckhead. "Yeah, man. Give me your cock while I fuck the slave," he gasped.
Carl worked his cock up into the boy, crushing Skipper beneath them. He draped himself over the slender redhead and humped his hips in a steady rhythm, loving the feel of Terry's guts and ass-ring over his horsecock.
The other boys were ready for more, their cocks aroused by the fucking down on the floor. Their eyes went to Joey. The little blonde fluttered his eyelids and gave his red lips a swipe of his tongue. He twirled the titring around till it corkscrewed his nipple, making him wince with the wonderful pain.
"Let's fuck him!" said one of the boys.
In a second, they had fallen on the boy like a flock of vultures. They all went to the pissy floor in a thrashing tangle of naked arms and legs. One boy got Joey onto his side. He lifted one of the child's lean legs and raped his cock up the youngster's pulsing ass.
Another boy lay down facing him. He grabbed his thick cock and worked the plum-like head of it beside the fucking shaft of the other boy. As the first youth pulled out, he sent his own cock up through the stretched ass-ring of the kid and plowed right in.
"Oooooh, ooh, oh!" yelped the little blonde, feeling his guts punched out by two horny cocks at the same time. Spunk-strings jetted from his small cock, streaking up his sucked-in tummy and spraying over his wounded nipple.
Another boy guided his dripping fucker to Joey's open lips. As the kid gasped with his orgasm, the boy shoved in, his prickshaft running down over the child's wormy tongue and deep down his throat.
Another boy kneeled beside the fuckedfull blonde and rubbed the spongy head of his cock over the child's face. He ran it over the kid's smooth cheek, into his ear, and into his tiny nostrils. The boy was getting hot rubbing his fucker off over the face of the child, his pisslips open and wetting the boy with lube.
The last boy got involved with Joey's feet. He pushed the blonde's tiny feet together, and ran his rock-hard cock between them. He sucked in air as he felt the youngster's pink toes spread and clench over his sliding fuckshaft.
The room was full of grunts and groans. Steam seemed to rise off the squirming bodies of the boys and man as they all fought to achieve the greatest orgasm of their lives. The air was heavy with the smell of piss and cum and sweat.
Skipper was about to pass out. He was being crushed under the weight of his older brother and the man mounted on top of him. He had never felt so fucked, so dominated, so lightheaded with passion. He vibrated from his toes to his red hair, going scarlet and gasping for breath. Then gushes of his young cum spouted from his mashed prick and lubricated his groin against the hard floor beneath him. He trembled under the fuckers mounted over him.
Joey was next. His ass crammed with two cocks, his throat stuffed with teen fuckmeat, and the two other stiff fuckers rubbing over him, the little blonde was swimming in lust. His little pink prick snapped tight to his belly and exploded in squirts of milky jism.
Then, one after the other, the others orgasmed. Up Joey's ass, the pulsing of one cock ignited the other, and they both spat strings of juice into the wiry little blonde. The strangled gripping of his throat brought off the other, and floods of cum shot down Joey's slender neck.
Terry was next. His baby brother's ass-ring was nipping his cockroots with his cumming. The older brother squirmed his hips around as best he could under Carl's weight and let his stirring fucker swell and squirt deep into his baby brother's cherry bowels.
Then Carl tensed, feeling his brain reel. He gripped his fingers into Terry's ribs, raking with his fingernails till he drew blood. He bit into
Terry's freckled shoulder, his teeth sinking into the teen flesh and breaking it. He felt the warm blood on his tongue, and he flooded the kid with spunk.
Then the two boys rubbing off over Joey pissed out their cum. The first one laced the boy's dreamy face with ropes of warm pearly slime. The second shot thick wads of cum all over the child's gripping feet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carl and Terry kicked the other boys out after their orgy. They wanted to have some private fun with their little slave boys now. Joey and Skipper were both randy for more slave-boy treatment, too, their slender cocks up stiff and their balls cooking up more juicy cream.
"You ever see mud wrestling, Terry?" asked Carl with an evil glint in his eye.
The redhead caught what the man was going after. His ruby lips spread wide in a wicked smile. "Yeah, Carl, I heard of 'em. But we ain't got no mud-unless we use our own, that is."
"I think you got the idea, pretty boy."
Joey got the drift of the action to come, but little Skip was puzzled. "How you guys gonna get any mud?" he asked in his childish voice.
Joey looked to his little lover, a gleam in his sky-blue eyes. "I think they're gonna use shit, Skipper." He gave his skinny tummy a rub, kind of liking the idea.
"Shit? You mean you're gonna smear shit all over us?" asked the puny redhead. He froze, trying to grasp the idea, his mouth open.
Carl just gave a slow nod, then turned to Terry. "You think you could squeeze out a little shit for the jokers to slide around in."
"You bet!" grinned Terry.
"Let's get over 'em!"
The two children lay flat on their backs as the man and teenboy straddled them, their bare asses resting on the youngster's heaving tummies. This was new to both the younger boys, and they were eager for some hot scat, panting for it dirty and wild.
Carl grinned down at Joey and the boy grinned right back. "Go ahead, Coach, drop a turd right on me. Let me feel your shit plop on my belly." His young voice was husky with lust.
Skipper didn't say anything, but he kept his blinking green eyes right on his brother's as Terry squeezed in his gut and dropped a load of creamy shit on the kid. Skipper jumped when he felt the load spread out over him, then he gave his lips a lick of his pink tongue. Without even being aware of it, the little squirt let out a couple lines of jism with the thrill, his cream lacing over the steamy shit piled on his pale skin.
Carl got a load dumped on the supple little blonde, then he stood up. "Smear it around, both of you. Get yourselves slimy with it."
Carl and Terry watched as the little scamps put their tiny fingers to the shit. Slowly at first, then with playful glee, the two little boys began to smear the stuff around, shitting up their hairless bodies like they were finger painting. Soon they were filmed with sweaty shit, and Joey was cumming with the wonderful filth of it all. His cumlines shot straight up as usual, and added to the slippery coating clinging to him.
Skipper raised up and looked at his blonde lover. "You didn't get none on your face, Joey," he giggled. He leaned over and wiped his shitty hand across the towhead's smooth cheek.
"You too, you little fucker!" yelled Joey, slapping his grimy palm over Terry's blushing face.
Then it was all-out, dirty-boy fun. The buck-naked and shitty little boys lunged at each other, grappling around and fighting like cats. Their lean arms and legs slipped over each other, trying to get a hold, and they squished and plopped around as they fought. Their little stiff pissers got bonier as they fought, the excitement welling up in them as they struggled in each other's slick grasps.
Carl and Terry stroked their fat fuckers, egging the kids on and laughing mighty happily as the two children slopped around in their shit. Every once in a while, one of the kid's bare groins would be exposed, his little cock maybe spurting off a single shot of spunk, just getting the twirps slippier and hornier.
Joey, who was a little bigger, got the redhead pinned down. He dripped spit onto the boy's shitty face, then went down after the youngster's brown-smeared tits.
"Yeooow!" yelped Skipper, feeling Joey's teeth sink into his tit disc. He thrashed around over the slick floor, thrilling to the pain of teeth ripping through his nipple.
Skip pounded up his pelvis, bucking Joey sideways, then whipped out his leg to straddle the blonde. He gave his lover the same treatment, chewing into the tit that wasn't speared. Joey weaved around under the delightful pain, his brown-smeared face a mask of animal lust, and his pert little prick spat off a couple of lines of cream. The pearly strings plopped over Skipper's ass-cheeks, making the film of shit run down into his asscleft.
Then Joey bucked Skip and they were both on their feet again. God, the kids had abandoned themselves to sex-thrills completely! There they were, prick-stiff and panting, and coated with cum, sweat, piss and drool. There was even some red smeared in with their nipples chewed raw. And they were ready for more!
With a karate cry, Joey charged the smaller child. He managed to grab the skinny kid around his waist with one arm and pull the other arm behind the struggling youngster's arched back. Then he raised Skipper's slender arm up and up, really wanting to see his little lover get a thrill out of the pain.
As the man and teenboy watched, Joey bent the redhead's arm up to the base of his skull. Skipper's eyes were wide with pain, his shit-dripping prick stiff as a nail. Joey rubbed his own brown-smeared cheek over Skipper's. "You want me to crack it?" he asked through clenched teeth.
A jolt of electricity ran through the child's tummy. He was intoxicated with all the funky, wild sex. Hell, getting his arm broke sounded good! "Hell, sure," he gasped.
Skipper went kind of limp in Joey's arms. The blonde grasped the child's wrist hard and shoved his arm up over his head. Every rib stood out sharply over Skipper's shitty chest. There was a loud snap. The child's face drew back in a wince and his little prick erupted in cum like he was pissing. Long, creamy streams of jism flew streaking over the slimy floor.
"OK, Joey wins the mud wrestling," said Carl. He was amazed at how far the action had gone. He was amazed how seeing the little kid's arm cracked had got him so horny, but he was about to cum right there along with the little redhead. "Let's fuck!"
"Yeah!" said Terry, equally aroused. "Sit on our cocks, quick!"
The youngsters broke their hold. Skipper's left arm fell loose at his side. But he didn't care about that. His burning green eyes went to his big brother's massive fucker, throbbing from his patch of fiery-red groinfur.
And Joey was hot to sink his ass down over Carl's cock and get his guts filled with a bone-hard fucker.
The youngsters were over the guys in a second, their slippery little bodies reeking of shit and piss. They were too excited by another fuck to spend much time spearing themselves. They just worked the thick cockheads into place between their skinny legs and plopped down, skewering themselves to the hilt in a single stroke.
Joey's eyes opened wide and his brown-smeared lips fell open with the thrill. It was like sinking into a warm bath, having Carl's horsecock stretch and shove his tender guts around.
"Love your cock, big brother," gasped the little redhead, weaving around over Terry's thick fucker.
Carl liked the way the boy's slime had his buns kind of slipping around over his groin. He reached down and ran his fingers between Joey's firm little buns, grabbing the base of his own fat fucker. God, it was steamy and slick down there! He wanted to feel more. He got his hands palm-up and felt around the child's shitty ass slit, then around the boy's distended ass-hole, rich and ripe and hot as boiling oil. He snuck a couple fingertips up along his veined cockshaft, popping right into Joey's stretched ass-ring.
"Yeah, Carl, feed me your fingers!" mumbled the child, falling forward over the man and holding himself up with his hands on Carl's hairy chest.
Carl plowed more fingers into the boy's crammed ass, keeping them tight around the thick shaft of his embedded cock. Soon he had both his hands within the child, stroking his own prick as he stirred his engorged cock around in the lad's packed guts. He wormed his fingers around in the youngster's mushy guts. He loved the rich feel of ass mucus, and the loads of boycum already fucked up his ass. He tore at
Joey's bowels as he rose on a tide of passion.
Joey had never had so much stuff run up his ass before. Sweat beaded over his shitty cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He began to hump himself, sliding his ass-ring over the knuckles of Carl's hands. He loved the intensity of the fuck, riding over the man's cock and both his meaty hands! A powerful ache wracked his belly, and his baby-balls were bursting with cum.
Carl shoved his hands up, gripping his cock, till his hands were in the kid up to his wrist. Joey screamed! His head went back and his ribs and pelvis about broke through his thin skin. His finger-sized cock tapped his belly and exploded. Cum bullets flew up, right over his blonde head. He showered in the strings spurting from his prick.
Carl couldn't take much more. He squeezed his cockshaft tight within the child's convulsing guts. Joey's ass-hole was working over his hands and cock like greased fingers. He lifted up off the floor and grunted heavily. Then he came! like he'd never cum before. Shit, it felt like his insides were getting shot out of his cock, hot geysers of passion shooting into the boy above him. His head thrashed around as his orgasm tore through him, shooting stars zapping through his brain.
Terry and his little brother were about in the same shape. The older boy was humped up and sinking his fucker deep into the little squirt. And Skipper was riding his brother's cock like he was breaking in a bronco. His arms swung loose as he tried to fuck himself harder and faster all the time. He twisted around, trying to hit his ass from all angles with Terry's thick fucker.
Then the kid spunked off. Drawing in his breath and hugging Terry with his knees, he spurted his sweet jism all over Terry's crazed face. Both youngsters were red with sex, and it was clear that Terry was about to lose his load. He ground his hips around and clenched his ass-cheeks tight. Then he let out a yell and shot. He about lifted his little brother off his groin with the power of his orgasm, too!
The four of them slipped around, shitty and cummy beyond belief, about as satisfied as they'd ever dreamed possible. They just held there for a while, too, enjoying it before they headed for the showers.
* * *
"Nice hit," said Joey in his high, girlish voice. "You rang the bell again!"
Carl handed the wood mallet back to the man and collected the stuffed animal with a satisfied grin on his handsome face.
"You sure are a strong man, Carl," crooned
Skipper. The cute little redhead reached for the prize with his right hand as the man handed it to him.
They strolled down the boardwalk, the man and the two lusty youngsters, and other folks followed them with their eyes. Yep, the man was a muscular brute, all right, they thought. And just look at that bulge in his jeans! The guy must be hung like a horse!
And take a look at those two little lads, they mused. Hell, they must be just out of diapers, and they were practically naked! And get a load of the little blonde! The twirp's got a ring pierced through his tiny red tit!
They saw the man put an arm around the bony shoulder of each small boy and lean down to say something to them. The blonde child nodded his head vigorously. The smaller redhead blushed deeply. He had his thin left arm in a simple sling, like it was sprained or something. Kind of made him look cuter, too more vulnerable.
The lusty trio walked down the stairway and disappeared to the beach below. The people went on with their business ... but their fantasies were coming true in the steamy half-light in the sand under the boardwalk.
