Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
For Jimmy, the young man in this story, the dream is to find a man who not only fulfills his need for sex, but also his need for love. And, it is with another man that he at last realizes his dream, and finds the perfect mate. Together, he and his father make their break and set out to fashion a life of loving and sharing.
Their story is one of the impossible dreams come true, of love conquering hate and fear and societal prejudice. It is a novel for entertainment, with a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Here's a new one for you, Bart." The man put his hand between the young boy's shoulder blades and shoved him into the office. He was a scrawny kid with honey-blond hair feathered down the nape of his thin neck.
"You don't need to push me around," snarled the youngster with an over-the-shoulder sneer at Jeb, the big man who'd taken him from the sheriff. The boy's voice was high.
"He's a feisty little squirt, Bart," chuckled the man. "Bet he'd scratch my eyes out if he had the cha'nce!"
"Fuck you!" spit the kid.
Bart raised his hand. "Cool it, little lad! You ain't going to fuck nobody. In fact," he winked at Jeb, "it may may just be the other way around, with a pretty little ass like yours."
The boy went tense and his blue eyes widened as he looked at the big man behind the desk. The guy was firmly muscled, over six feet, from the looks of him sitting down. His dark curly hair was trimmed tight, a few rings hanging down over his broad forehead.
"OK, Jeb, you can go now," said Bart. "I'll show the boy how things are done around here at Hunter Boys' Ranch."
"Hmph! The kid's going to find he ain't gonna fight around here. Hell, he must weight eighty pounds soaking wet, anyway."
"Ninety-three!" snapped the boy. "And I ain't got no fat on my bones like you got, either!"
The big balding man grunted. "One of these days, you got to let me break in one of these little critters, Bart." He took another look at the slender youth, then left the room, slamming the door behind him.
The big curly-haired man behind the desk leaned back, his chair squeaking. "What's your name, boy?" he asked, holding out his meaty hand for the report the kid had brought with him.
"Jimmy Wright," said the little boy as he grudgingly held out the folder for the man. The kid felt instinctively that he'd better do what this big hunk asked. He felt an odd tickle in his tummy, like this would be fun, having Bart order him around real tough and manly.
Bart grabbed the papers from Jimmy's ragged-nailed fingers, noting how lean and clean the kid was. Not even a dusting of pubescent fuzz on his arms or cheeks, the man noticed. He liked that in a boy-young, soft tender skin all over, hairless and untried. He liked breaking in virgin little boys, especially ones with real spirit like this kid here.
"Well, Jimmy, I reckon you know why you're here."
The boy snickered and jerked his chin up. "Yeah, I know why I'm here. 'Cause my folks can't handle me, that's why. Hell, they're too busy divorcing each other to do any more than yell at me, anyway."
"That's right, Jimmy. They can't seem to handle you." The chair squeaked again as Bart leaned back and looked over the squirt through slitted eyes.
"And you think you can, huh?" challenged the lanky kid.
"That's right, Jimmy."
"You just try, mister!"
"Come here, Jimmy," Bart said, real low.
Jimmy was used to getting hollered at and threatened. This guy's tone was strong, compelling. A thrill rippled through the youngster's belly. He stepped forward, blinking.
"Closer."
Jimmy stood right next to the man, his skinny tummy about grazing the guy's hairy arm where it rested on the arm of the chair. There was a light buzzing in the air. The little kid's lips parted and he breathed in deep, sensing Bart's power, drawing his masculine odor in through his flaring pink nostrils.
"That's good, Jimmy," purred the big guy. The child's head was about level with his own, his open-front shirt revealing a delicately ribbed chest, light pink and sheened with a soft film of sweat. Bart could see the boy's pulse beating in the hollow of his slender throat.
Bart pulled open the desk drawer and cupped his hand into a compartment. He drew out his hand and held his clenched fist over the desktop, looking into the boy's watery blue eyes. He opened his fingers.
An alligator clip clattered onto the polished wood. It was a mean-looking thing, about two inches long, with sharpened teeth gleaming along its spring-tight metal jaws.
Jimmy flushed hot pink, and he gave his raspberry-red lips a quick swipe of his tiny tongue. "You gonna put that into me?" he asked, half-afraid, half-excited. His finger-sized prick was up stiff and standing out from the crotch of his worn jeans.
"No, Jimmy, I'm not," said the man. "You're going to sink it in yourself."
"Yeah?" asked the small blond. His eyes went to Bart's. They were the dreamy, submissive, sex-hungry eyes the man found so exciting, the kind found only in young boys like this one here. His own fucker took on a solid core as he saw that the boy was going to get into it.
Bart nodded, then reached up. He got his thick fingers into the boy's open shirt and ripped it clean off him. The fabric tore and buttons flew like wads of cum.
The boy kind of jerked as the shirt was stripped off him, but didn't make a move to stop the man as the sleeves slipped down off his lean arms. The sunlight played over his smooth torso in bars from the blinds on the window behind the man. It highlighted his fair skin, showing the network of blue veins tracing around underneath.
"You're such a willowy little thing," murmured the man. "I can see every rib sticking out. Your skin's so thin I can see the blue veins running around underneath." He wasn't complaining; he liked them lean and hungry, cock-careless and weasel wild.
The little boy puffed out his ribcage defiantly. "I may be skinny, mister, but I'm tough. I'll show ya!" In spite of his efforts, the youngster's voice was a childish treble, a thrilling smooth soprano to the man's ears. The slender blond reached for the alligator clip and picked it up in his slender fingers. It took a wincing effort to pinch the tool open, it was sprung so tight.
"Where do you want me to put it?"
The man lifted his hand to the child's chest and planted his finger over Jimmy's pink tit, more than covering it as he mashed the soft skin right into his bony ribs.
Jimmy was silent for a moment, looking down at the man's finger jamming into his thin chest. Then he looked up. "You get some sort of kick out of seeing a kid hurting himself?"
Bart got the tiny pink disc between thumb and finger and squeezed and twisted hard, pulling out the tender skin.
The youngster gasped at the thrill of pain. "You get off doing that to a kid?"
Bart answered the surly brat with a back-hand slap hard across the boy's peachy cheek. Spit flew from Jimmy's open lips and his cheek blazed red. His mussed-up hair fell down over his forehead as his own fingers went to his tits, rolling them around as they pointed up hard at w the tips.
"Yeah, OK. I'll do it. I'll pinch my tit clear off if that's what you want," the kid answered, a thin trickle of blood running down his chin from the corner of his mouth.
Jimmy bent his head down and his hair fell down over his cute face as he pinched out his engorged little nipple. With the effort turning his knuckles white, he spread the alligator clip open in his trembling fingers. He got the ragged teeth poised hungrily around the succulent meat of his tit, then gave Bart a steamy look.
Bart met the child's wild eyes and nodded.
Jimmy released the clip-ends and the teeth snapped brutally together, biting savagely into his chest-points.
"Aaaaaargh!" groaned the kid, throwing back his head as he absorbed the sweet stinging agony. Jimmy felt the hot bite of pain sweep over him as his pale skin burned crimson across his ribcage. His belly sucked in with the thrill of pain, and every bone in his torso stood out sharp. His skinny waist was about hollowed in to touch his backbone.
The clip pinched out the child's tit nicely, the teeth biting deep into the virgin flesh around it. A bright path of Jimmy's blood ran down his chest and panting tummy. The boy's eyes burned with tears and a trail of spit glistened down his chin.
"Got another, mister?"
The kid was getting turned on with the self-abuse. And besides, he wanted to show this man what a punk kid like him could take.
Bart slid the drawer open and got another, slamming it on the desk.
Jimmy leaned forward on the arm of the chair, his pubescent groin rubbing up the man's arm, and picked up the clip. This little kid was going to work out just fine, thought Bart, his thick prick swelling down the leg of his khakis.
He watched as the lean lad lifted the torture tool with one hand while he yanked out the thin skin of his nipple with the other. With his jaw set, he gave his tit a cruel twist, then released his grip and fed the steel jaws on his virgin flesh. The teeth sank in deep, tearing into tender tissues.
"Mmmmmmm. Feels bitchin'!" he moaned sensuously, his girlish voice deeper, huskier with the torture. "Feels sooo gooooood, hot and heavy!"
The boy weaved slightly, drunk with the sensation of warm pain spreading out over him from his stabbed nipples. Then his eyes grew wide with wonder. "I think I'm going to cum!"
A second stream of red blood snaked down his tummy, trickling right down into his jeans where his belly hollowed deeply.
Bart reached for Jimmy's denims. He worked his strong fingers under the waist of the frayed jeans and yanked hard, ripping the pants wide open.
Jimmy's head and arms jerked around as he let the man roughly strip him raw. His throbbing little cock flipped out, spurting off orgasm after orgasm. Lean and clean, his pin-stiff prick spat out jets of jism up his sucked-in tummy, up his bleeding chest, right up over his bony shoulder. The youngster moaned, racked with overwhelming passion, as he shot string after string with quick little jerks of his jutting pelvis.
Bart really liked the way the kid was spunking off, his cream-strings dripping down all over his spermy-smooth skin. His pisser was a solid little tool, maybe four inches and straight-up stiff snapping off against his pubes with each spurt of cream. And not a hair on him! Just as smooth as a buttercup and cumming off like a cut artery!
Even as Jimmy bubbled over in orgasm, the man wrapped his hands around the kid's reed-thin waist and pulled him between his legs. He shoved the boy down over the desk, a thin line of clear snot hanging from his nostrils. Jimmy fell forward onto his elbows, his hair falling forward over his forehead and cheeks. Licks of his cream laced his face and his lips dropped open, dripping with jism and spit.
Bart kicked the jeans off around the youngster's feet and Jimmy was totally bare-ass naked, his boyish little ass right under Bart's nose. The man studied the lovely peachy ass-cheeks briefly as they clenched with each of the child's orgasmic spasms. Looked good enough to eat, those rosy little buns, with that soft pink slit slicing down between them.
Bart leaned forward and kissed Jimmy's tail-bone, right at the peak of his asscrack. He pushed out his tongue and wormed into the dewy furrow at the base of the little kid's lean back. The man tasted slick ass-sweat as he ran his tongue down deeper and deeper into Jimmy's ass-slash, teasing the firm little ass-cheeks apart as he sank his face into boy-heaven.
The big curly-haired man put his hands up to grasp and spread the youngster's buns; they more than covered the meaty little globes. He nosed down and in until his tongue-tip found its target-the pulsating little bud of the young boy's musky asshole!
"Oh! Shit, I ain't never had anybody put his mouth on my shitter before!" squeaked the youngster, giving his ass a little wiggle, urging the man to french him deeper. He sure liked the feel of Bart's mouth-muscle licking up his shitter, and his rough whiskers scraping at the insides of his ass so good. The youngster was about to scream with pleasure.
Bart didn't need encouragement, but he liked the way the boy was responding. The kid's baby asspucker seemed to kiss right back, its ruby ring working with the boy's cum-spasms. The boy let out a nice groan of pleasure as Bart pierced his assring and probed right on into his guts.
The boy was a virgin-but not for long, not the way he was turning on to tongue-fucking. Goose-bumps stood out over his buns and up his curved back as he felt Bart's stiffened taster slide through his asschannel, licking up his ass-walls. He dropped forward till his forehead hit the desk and another shot of jism streaked out from his pencil-hard cock, up over his cheeks and gleaming in strings through his silky hair.
Bart ran his tongue in deep, his mind melting down with the rich flavors of boy ass seething around his mouth. Warm, mustardy ass-mucus flooded his tongue. A gush of fucklube pulsed from his cumslit, soaking his pants. He ran his taster all around up Jimmy's raw ass, hitting the kid's rubbery little prostate and making the youth about scream with pleasure. His teeth nibbled at the child's tender asslips as he stirred around up his fluttering guts.
Thrashing his head around in ecstasy, Jimmy just let out another series of orgasmic ripples through his skinny body. Wads of young cum spattered over his chest, dripping down onto his file as it lay open below his bare groin. Bart is thrilled at the quick nips of the youngster's tailhole around his licking tongue.
Bart could just french up the boy's ass for hours. But another need grew hotly urgent- his mammoth fucker about splitting his pants open as it grew to an enormous length.
"Your little asspussy's virgin, ain't it, boy? You ain't never been fucked, have ya?"
The boy lifted a hand into his hair and looked back at Bart over his shoulder. "Naw, I ain't never been fucked. You going to fuck me, mister?"
"Yep. Gonna ram this hose up your baby buns, Jimmy-boy," said Bart, reaching into his gaping fly and hauling out his ten-inch cock, rock-hard and gnarled with wormy veins. The plum-sized spongy head of it was smeared with pre-cum leaking out of the wide-open cum slit. Black hairs bristled around the club-like base of it.
"That thing gonna fit up my tail?" Jimmy asked with a quiver of fear and excitement in his voice. His asshole fluttered and pulsed.
"We'll make it fit," growled the man, working out more lube with a fisting slide up the length of the donkey-cock.
The punk kid didn't have much choice. He'd have to take that ass-splitting cock between his asscheeks, jack-knifed as he was under the man's control, stripped naked between Bart's log-thick thighs. He trembled, caught between panic and lust, wanting it so bad and knowing it was going to hurt like hell.
"Fuck it in me, mister," he whispered, his guts getting itchy. He twitched his tiny tail under Bart's nose and flexed his buns, working up a need for it.
The man saw Jimmy's virgin asspucker flower open, moist and hot, to about the size of his thumbnail. He heaved up onto his feet and got his hands around the little boy's delicate hipbones. He ran the fist-thick head of his fucker up and down through the child's asscrease, thrilling at the silky soft heat generated by the passionate pubescent. His massive cock looked like an angry missile aimed between those little marshmallow buns.
"Here it comes," Bart hissed, leaning into the skinny kid. A delicious spasm racked the child as his tender assring fought against the battering ram of Bart's huge cock-knob. Then, with a gasping breath and a surrendering shudder, the boy took the man's wedge up his guts.
The flaring crown popped into the churning heat of Jimmy's ripe ass. Both man and boy tensed at the incredible sensations stirred up by the solid penetration.
"It hurts, it hurts!" whined Jimmy, weaving his bony hips as Bart impaled him on inches of thick cock. He pushed back instinctively, his thin legs straining, and a good four inches tunneled up his tail.
Bart's hands raked the boy's sides as he worked his fucker in, twisting his heavy hips around and jerking up his pelvis.
"God, man! That hurts!" little Jimmy about screamed. Hairless young boy and muscular mature male worked to cram the entire fuck-meat deep. Jimmy really got off on the surging ache in his bowels. It filled him up with a red-hazy bliss he'd never imagined possible. He wanted more! His little prostate tingled up in behind the base of his lean pisser, a gut-massage that sent him into a new, powerful orgasm.
"More, fuck in more, man! Split my ass with that cock, please!" the youngster babbled. "Please, fuck me all the way!"
Jimmy's slender fingers clenched in his hair as his twig-stiff pisser sprayed out strong jets of jism. The desktop became soaked in his cum and smeared with his blood as he leaned over, writhing on the slick wood. His tiny assglobes were shafted to the hilt on Bart's bulky fuck-log, sawing into his tummy with brutal energy, feeling the lean tyke ripple around it with his cumming.
The big curly-haired man slammed in with hydraulic pelvic thrusts, loving the super grip of Jimmy's asshole. He stirred his fucker around in the boy's mucus-slick guts, deep and hard. The little kid's ass-gasket gave his throbbing fucker an incredibly tight squeeze all along its veined shaft, right down to the hair at the root of his groin. Bart liked the way his ballooning balls slapped into the silky skin of Jimmy's squeezing asscheeks.
"Nice fuck, kid. You're tighter than a weasel! Just keep a good grip on my cock when I give you a gut-punching!" Bart said. "Like this!"
With that, the man rose up on the balls of his feet and dug his nails cruelly into Jimmy's skinny ribs. He rutted into the child like a bull elephant. God, he loved the way the kid's speared buns felt against his belly as he screwed the shit out of the little squirt. He got off on the way the skinny kid just kept cumming and trembling as he fucked him.
"Gonna fill that little tummy of yours with hot cum, Jimmy-boy," he said, taking a swipe at the back of the youngster's skull. Jimmy's silky golden hair flew with the blow and he saw stars with the ringing in his head. The thrill of getting slapped around was enough to get a strong ass-grip out of the boy. Even sent another shot of cream out his tummy-tapping prick!
Bart got a good whiff of boyjuice up his nose. Sweet sweat glossed the kid's lean back and mixed with the musky scent of his plugged ass. The slanting sunlight played over his fair skin.
"Cummmmm! Fuck, shit! Fuck cum up my punk ass, man!" slobbered Jimmy, his slender body racked with Bart's frantic fucking.
"Fucking A, I'll cream ya, kid!" bellowed the man. It felt so damn good, having a hairless little boy wrapped tight around his cockflesh. He dug his thumbs into the kid's steamy ass slit and spread him wide, about ripping the boy open as he tried to plow another fraction of an inch up Jimmy's guts. His cock must have journeyed up to about the child's stuck tits, he thought with a rush.
The man growled deep in his chest, his stomach muscles going hard. He corkscrewed his massive cock around with a hip-twist and fucked out his cum in explosive pulses. "Cumming up your punk ass!" he panted, throwing back his head and heaving out his ball-cream. Long ropes of thick jism fired from his fucker and warmed Jimmy to the core.
The small boy shuddered at the power of the man's orgasm. He squirmed around over the desk, sending pens and papers flying. He gasped with the heart-punching cock cumming off inside his virgin asschannel. It was too much! He couldn't help spewing out another load of his own. The boy grabbed and twisted at the alligator clamps sunk into his nipples and pissed out streams of watery spunk, drenching the desk with his oily jism. There was a nice squishy sound as he thrashed around in his own juices.
Bart reached for the kid's moist armpits. He grabbed at the supple flesh and pulled the youngster onto his splitting fucker. The heat and humidity were intense as the hairy giant rutted his ballsnotter up the kid's cherry buns.
When he pulled out, Bart noted with pleasure how red and smarting Jimmy's asscrack was. It showed clearly that the kid had been fucked. Jimmy was a virgin no more. The boy had been initiated into the delights of assfucking and already, as Bart drew his cock on its long journey out, the boy knew he'd have to have more. Hell, he needed it, like a hunger up his guts, a hunger only a man's heavy fucking could satisfy, one that liked to hurt him, too. He knew he'd rather get fucked up than eat or sleep, and maybe even breathe!
CHAPTER TWO
"Here's your new cabin mates, Jimmy-boy," said Jeb, again giving the little kid a shove between his shoulder blades. Jimmy stumbled into the room, holding the fly of his jeans together with one hand, bare from the waist up. His eyes adjusted to the room's dim light and he saw two little boys on a bed, buck naked and prick-stiff.
"Hi!" said one. He leaped to his hands and knees on the bed, his long, light hair bouncing down to his shoulders. "I'm Sandy. Your name's Jimmy, huh?"
"Uh, yeah," said the kid, rubbing his sore tits. "You been here long?"
"Oh, about two months," said the other one.
"About long enough to learn how to cum off!" piped in Sandy.
Jimmy realized that the little boys were mirror images, each a tight, thin package of punk beauty. They were a couple of cute little longhaired angels with button noses. "You're twins, ain't you?"
"Yup. This is my brother, Randy."
"Hi, Jimmy," said the other cute little boy.
"You seem awful young," said the skinny blond. "You can cum off already?"
"Sure. We ain't got no hair on our pricks, but the guys around here got us horny enough to shoot off all the time!" said Sandy.
"Our cocks may be small, but we spunk off with a good fucking," said Randy, jutting out his tummy and wagging his smooth little hard-on in the air. Both kids had thimble-sized pissers, but they stuck out straight and solid, hard as tacks. The bullet heads were soft pink, with delicate folds back of the tiny cut knobs. Their balls were juicy little grapes dangling between their slim legs.
"You like to fuck?" asked Randy. "You can fuck me and Sandy any time you want." The little boy hopped around on the bed to show Jimmy his ass. "I got a nice tight shitter if you want to sink your cock into me."
"Me too!" giggled Sandy, flopping over onto his back. He raised his willow-thin legs to show the young blond his asspucker. It looked tight all right, a tiny squinched-in dimple, rosy-ripe and sweetly moist.
"I ain't never fucked anybody before," confessed Jimmy, his lean prick getting mighty steely in his held-up jeans looking at the two prepubescent fuckholes offered to his spunk rod. "Only been fucked once, just now by Bart. I kind of liked that, though, getting fucked by a man," he said with a sigh. He could still feel the man's warm load filling up his guts.
Fact was, the kid felt kind of empty up his belly since the big man had pumped his spunk and then pulled out. Jimmy thought that getting a cock rammed up his ass sounded better than sending his own into these two hairless little chickens.
"I wanna fuck!" It was a compelling low voice coming from a darker corner of the cabin.
Jimmy jumped, his hand about slipping loose on his jeans. He squinted and looked at the bed at the far end. There was a long black boy sinuously laid out over the covers, one big foot dangling over the side and a lean arm up behind his head. His large eyes glowed with a lusty intensity.
"Geez, I didn't see you there!" gasped the young blond.
"That's Sonny," said Randy. "He's our cabin mate."
"He's got a monster cock, Jimmy," gushed Sandy. "He fucks us all the time!"
The black youth glowered at Jimmy, running his eyes up and down the blond's lean body hungrily. He had a white towel laid over his long waist but was otherwise buck-naked. His chocolate-smooth skin glowed like it had a sheen of oil on it.
"I want to fuck your white ass, boy," he said, real soft and smooth.
With that, Sonny took a corner of the towel and lifted it off his groin, spreading it open and revealing his black cock and balls.
Jimmy moaned! His own lean prick gave a jerk and a hot ball of lust ached low in the pit of his belly. Sonny's fucker was like a long, dark snake, maybe a foot of meaty black ass-rammer, growing thicker and longer as it uncoiled up over his sprawled leg. Jimmy's mouth dropped and drooled as he watched the teen cock engorge itself with pumping blood, nosing up Sonny's flat belly till the dripping head of it rested past his deep-set navel.
The black boy's balls moved, too. The smooth nuts churned about in their bulging sacs, about as big as tennis balls. Jimmy saw that the boy had a small tuft of short kinky hair over the root of his cock, but his balls and armpits were ebony smooth. His skull was about hairless, too, shiny-smooth right down to the taut skin.
"Drop your pants, boy!" said Sonny.
Jimmy let go of his fly like it was on fire. His flimsy jeans crumpled down around his bony ankles. His pretty pink prick snapped up and hit his bald pubes with a juicy slap. A gush of sexlube bubbled out the tight pisslips and ran down his lean stalk like syrup. It dripped off his eggsac and oozed down the insides of his trembling legs.
"Yeah, f-f-fuck me!" the lithe blonde pleaded.
"No, fuck me!" screamed Sandy, squirming his tiny ass.
"Fuck me, please!" cried Randy, yanking his berries around. "You only fucked us a couple times today!"
Sonny's somber eyes rested on Jimmy's hot pink naked groin as the young blond stepped out of his jeans and stood aroused and ready before him.
"I want him," he said, not making a move. His cock was hard. It speared up from between his spread legs way up over his belly, now right up between his ribs. It drew Jimmy toward it with its pulsing length.
The young boy stepped toward Sonny like he was in a trance. He wanted that big black boner up his cherry ass! He wanted to wrap himself around Sonny's mammoth fucker, to feel the black boy's passion fill his guts!
Jimmy got up on the bed, not aware of anything but that dark salami, hard for his ass. He squatted down over Sonny's groin and reached behind him for the youth's cock. He thrilled when his fingers touched the hard-cored fucker, his fingers not near reaching about its pulsing girth.
"Good, Jimmy," murmured Sonny. "Now you do all the work, little white boy. You just sink your little pink asscheeks down on that donkey-cock of mine. Wiggle down on me till I feel you all the way up to your throat!"
The supple blond just let out a moan, raising the long cock up and centering its broad knob up between his slender legs. He lowered his ass and felt the rosy-black crown nose into his ass-crack.
"Oh, you is a nice smooth little chickie, ain't you?" said Sonny, his white teeth gleaming. "You is mighty soft and hot up your ass-valley, white boy."
Jimmy got Sonny's cock-head at his asshole and pushed down, throwing back his blond head. A heavy aching pain flooded his gut as he strained down to take the youth's massive fucker. It felt so good, swelling into a swarm of warm electric charges zapping through his balls.
The broad knob sunk into him. Jimmy orgasmed wildly. Licks of jism shot from his dagger-hard pecker, squirting up high to arc over and splatter into his dazed face! He twisted his bony hips down over the wedge of cock as he shot, rutting the log-thick fucker through his guts.
"That's good, Jimmy. You got off a nice load of ball-juice there. And you is worming down over my cock real nice and tight," grinned the black boy. He could feel the little kid's assring gripping his shaft with each spurt of spunk, working lower and lower. He could feel Jimmy's pelvic girdle pushed aside and guts shoved around as Jimmy lowered his body around his boner. The child was so skinny, he could see the head of his prick nudging around through Jimmy's belly!
Finally, the little blond's firm buns came to rest on Sonny's sweaty crotch. He was wedged to the hilt and about out of his young mind with the feeling of being so totally crammed with cock. He weaved his head around from side to side, a pearly string of jism dangling down from the end of his nose. He was babbling and groaning as his slender pisser spit out squirts of cream up his tummy.
"Hot cock. Oh, feels bitchin'! Cum till I die. Fuck me, Sonny. Fuck me!" He was about delirious with sex, his little prostate smashed against the walls of his crammed ass.
But Sonny didn't make a move, aside from maybe a little twitch of his lean hips. The dark youth just let his foot of cock soak up the convulsing sensations of the blond's insides, getting thicker and longer and hotter all the time.
Jimmy and Sonny were deeply involved with the fuck, unaware of anything else. But the little twins were frustrated by just watching the boys getting their sexual kicks without them.
"I wanted to get fucked," said Randy, his bottom lip protruding.
"Me, too!" pouted Sandy, tugging at his tiny balls.
The twins watched as Jimmy began to raise and lower his peachy little ass around Sonny's thick cock. It looked like a thick log of dark wood rutting up his guts.
"Hey, let's get the double-header!" squealed Randy.
"Yeah!" agreed Sandy, his face childishly bright.
Randy pranced over to a chest of drawers and got out a long, thick length of pink rubber. It was a dildo, maybe a couple feet long, with cock heads molded on it at both ends. The angelic little kid trotted back to his brother with the fucker bouncing in both hands.
Sandy was already in position, his little legs drawn up and out to get the thing at his ass-dimple. "Let me have it!" he cried. His tiny fingers grabbed for the end of the fake cock.
"Not so fast!" complained Randy, giving his brother one fat end of it. "You always go faster and get most of it up you before I can sink it up my ass."
Sandy got the rubbery hose in his eager fingers and thrust it down between his baby buns. Twisting and pushing, he worked the plump fucker into his asshole.
"Yeow! So big, Randy!" he screamed, his pixie face squinted up. "Come on! Shove your end up your ass!"
The other twin flopped down and corkscrewed the other end into his asspucker, spreading it wide. The thing was about as thick as his arm. He let out a high-pitched cry of delight as he raped his shitter on the rubber tool.
Little Jimmy hardly noticed the twins' antics. He was blissfully stirring Sonny's fat cock around up in his tummy. His own slender cock, untouched, showered up strings of boycream, the feeling was just so sexy. He felt like his entire skinny body had become cockflesh. He ran his hands sensuously up and down his ribbed torso in ecstasy, spreading his ballslime all over himself, bathing in the joys of deep dicking.
Sonny's dark nostrils flared, breathing in the rich scent of Jimmy's jism. He writhed around under the quick-nipping ass wrapping and milking his buried cock.
"So good, good fuck, little white boy," he whispered hoarsely. Every sinew in his long neck stood out as he strained to hold his cum down in his fat balls. He gritted his teeth as flames burned out from his groin. "Yessss, nice assss!" he hissed as his black fucker swelled within Jimmy's convulsing guts.
Then the black youth relaxed, his spine going loose on the bed. He'd successfully fought cumming off for the time being and let himself lay there and feel the intoxicating rush of sensations generated by the little blond's ass. Then he began to climb the ladder of passion all over again.
Jimmy sensed the awesome control the black boy possessed. It thrilled him to work over a stud like Sonny. He knew he'd really have to work to get his ass filled with cum with this fucker. He began to bounce his small buns with renewed energy, his lean arms hanging loose as he fucked himself silly. He drove that twelve-incher through his guts till it felt like the black lance was nudging up his neck!
"Fuck my ass! Fuck fast! Fuck my guts to jelly, man!" he panted. His blue eyes were half-open and mighty dreamy as he humped his speared ass on the dark meat ramming solid between his fiery-red buns. The thin blonde began to slam down hard, jolting Sonny's swollen balls. Jimmy was slick with sweat, squishing his asscheeks around in his own jism. He couldn't help it-he geysered up another series of cum-spurts as Sonny's cock mashed his insides.
The black youth gazed through his passion-dark eyes as Jimmy orgasmed. He saw how the licks of jism spat up to the blond's cute face, wads of watery cum stringing over the flushed cheeks and dripping over Jimmy's parted lips. He liked the way the little squirt flicked out his tongue to slurp up his own prickjuice.
Sonny tightened down his belly muscles till he was tight as steel. He struggled to prolong the fuck, to hold his cum till the youngster perched on his fucker passed the peak of his ass-grabbing orgasm. And again he controlled his quivering emotions and kept his black balls from exploding, but it was agonizingly sweet, it was almost painful. His cock throbbed all the harder, thicker and longer, super-sensitive to Jimmy's churning asswalls.
Randy and Sandy were in their own little heaven, each rutting inches of thick dildo up their twitching little shitters, racing to see who could get the most in his ass. They panted and pushed, screwing the heavy rubber between their baby-buns, and their tiny cocks bounced like pink thumbs sticking out from their smooth pubes.
As they filled their guts, the twins became more and more excited. Their legs up and arms bracing against the bed behind them, the two boys scooted their buns toward each other, running the remaining length of double-header up their baby asscheeks. Their cupid mouths dropped open, drooling, and their owl-like eyes gazed straight into each other's as their little asses finally mated. Smacked asscheek to asscheek, Randy and Sandy were packed tight with the fake cock.
"You feel it spreading your buns, Randy?" gasped Sandy, his body blushing hot.
"Yeah! I can feel it shoving my guts around real deep!"
"Does it hurt you like it hurts me?"
"Yeah! Real hot and sexy pain!" said Sandy. "My balls are getting real tingly."
"Mine, too!"
"Let's shoot!"
With that, the tiny twins shoved their talcum-fresh buns together with a slapping heave, their raw assholes rubbing up against each other, mixing their assjuices together. They couldn't fuck themselves any deeper. Their eyes locked and their long hair quivered, running damply down over their soft shoulders. They felt their asslips kissing. They came!
Quick, thin licks of young cum pissed from their tiny pricks. They came off together, shooting off like squirt pistols, covering each other with identical spurts of cream. Their pin-stiff cocks blasted out long streamers of warm spunk as the children sucked in their tummies and bathed in the wonderful bliss of their youthful lust.
Jimmy distantly heard the splatter of twin jism-jets on the next bed. He was writhing around in a heaven of his own, still thickly spindled on Sonny's rock-hard fucker and shooting off another load of his own. The skinny child was dripping with his jism. It puddled over Sonny's sweaty belly and ran down his sides to soak the bed beneath them.
The snaky black youth was beginning to lose control of his orgasm. The little blond had been working over his cock for more than an hour, cumming off about every fifteen minutes or so and getting more frantic with his fucking all the time. Jimmy was about working the skin off Sonny's fucker, the way he was tightening his asswalls around that probing prick.
"Cum! Gotta cummmmm! Hot fuck up your ass, white boy!" growled Sonny, his slick belly convulsing in tight tremors.
Jimmy was drifting on soaring wings of lust, slapping his ass down on Sonny's crotch and waving like a Balinese dancer, twitching and stretching, trying to touch off another sweet orgasm up his ass. And he was frantic to work the cream out of the black cock plowing through his bowels. He twisted his bony pelvis around in quick, tight circles, jerking up his chin with the wonderful fullness working like a truck piston in his guts. His ass channel was rubbed raw from all the fucking. The youngster liked that-the pain spreading through his ass.
"Sssssss! Cummmmmm! Fuck, gotta cum now!" moaned Sonny. He arched up, every rib standing out in his smooth chest. His hps pulled back, showing pink gums and gleaming white teeth. He bridged right up, going up on his feet and the back of his glossy head, his belly stretched high in a long, tight arch. He carried the white kid right up, too. Jimmy sat there, his toes dangling in the air, riding the black's cock deep.
With a ripple going down to his toes, Sonny shot! It was like a bass-string had been plucked, the way he vibrated the length of his sinuous body, and his ass-wrapped fucker punched through with a massive flood of cum.
Suppressed for so long, the boy's orgasm was incredibly powerful. Jimmy's dazed blue eyes flew open as he was almost lifted off Sonny's belly by the eruption of cum up his ass. He felt the jism flood his guts and he spermed off with the thrill of a fresh batch of cream pouring into his tummy. Jimmy's oily jism flowed down Sonny's dark chest and sides in warm streams.
The twins caught the excitement of the black and white boy sperming off on the next bed. They worked their asses frantically over the dildo still impaling them both. With girlish little gasps, Randy and Sandy squirmed-then froze. Their thin legs entwined, the little boys burst into twin orgasms. Cum shot up from their smooth groins and flew high. Crystal jism laced through their long hair and streaked down their faces. Cum and sweat and ass mucus filled the air with a heady perfume.
CHAPTER THREE
Sonny wasn't through having fun with Jimmy. As soon as his cum-load diminished and his foot-long fucker had softened up just enough, he tensed down his lean belly and burned a line of piss up the length of his cock.
Jimmy's mouth dropped as he felt the black boy's piss hit his guts. "What? You're pissing up my ass! You're taking a leak right inside my ass!"
"That's right, white boy," grinned Sonny.
His face was set in a lusty sneer as his pisser guzzled out quarts of warm liquid. "You is just my little white toilet bowl, boy, taking all my stinking piss." It felt damn good, easing his bladder down and filling the child up with his golden load. He felt it sloshing around his swollen cock up Jimmy's tummy. He could almost hear the piss spatter around inside the skinny youngster.
Jimmy never imagined such a rush! His tight little belly balled out a bit with the terrific load of Sonny's piss soaking his insides. There was a heady warmth wrapping about him, a full pain expanding through his tummy as the piss filled him up. Hardly even aware of it, the blond's thin prick jerked and bobbed about, stiff as ever, and his salmon-pink balls shrunk up at the base of his pecker. He orgasmed with the golden shower his ass was taking. Spunk-strings shot up in rapid jets as he strained to take the continuing stream of piss up his buns.
"I'm gonna pull out now, boy," said Sonny. "I don't want you leaking out a drop of my piss, you hear?"
Jimmy dumbly nodded, every nerve in his body tingling. "Feels so good, Sonny. You out of piss?"
The black boy just chuckled softly and wrapped his big hands around the blond's thin waist, lifting him up off his foot of cock. Randy and Sandy looked as Jimmy's ass yielded up the massive fucklog, their own baby-pricks still pencil-hard. "You want to piss?" asked Randy.
"Let's drink it!"
"You ready?"
"Whenever you are, brother!"
Twin thin geysers of piss fountained up from between the tykes' squirming groins. The kids giggled boyishly as the golden shower rained over their hairless bodies, soaking their long hair. Their kissing asslips contracted and mashed against each other with the joy of getting so sex-dirty with each other.
Then, without a word spoken, the twins bent over and down, shoving their pixie faces down toward the other's spitting pisser. Arms and legs wound together in a tight little ball of boyflesh, the twins sucked in each other's spurting cock and gulped down the tangy piss. Their dildo-packed asses convulsed as they drank down each other's delicious bladder-load.
Sonny went suddenly wild. He lifted Jimmy's light weight clean off his fucker and went after the lithe blond in a flurry and violence that shook the slender boy and thrilled him to his balls. Grunting and hissing, the black boy thrashed Jimmy around like a rag doll, the kid's oily jism making him slippery. Sonny slammed the kid down onto his belly and yanked his arms up behind his back, shoving them painfully right up into Jimmy's fair hair. He jabbed his knee into Jimmy's spine and about cracked his arms off.
The white youngster let the kid whip him around. Hell, he didn't care. It made holding the gut-load of piss all the more exciting, getting twisted and yanked around like that. And the pain was a new adventure for him, getting him horny beyond his wildest boydreams.
Sonny pulled Jimmy up to his knees on the bed, got behind him, and contorted the white child back till his fair hair brushed the backs of his knees. He loved how supple and smooth this little towhead was, and not letting a drop of his piss leak out of his smarting red pucker! He put his large hand over Jimmy's cute face, fingers spread out, and pushed his head right between his spread legs.
The crown of Jimmy's head nuzzled down between his buns. His piss-aching tummy arced out in a tight curve and his ribs poked out of his skinny chest. The pain of the contorted position and the sweet agony of holding in Sonny's cum and piss had him sprung tight as a bowstring. With a gasping shudder, his little cock pointed up over his head, had a series of lusty jerks, then spurted off. His jism shot in a flinging arc up his painfully bent-over body, splashing down over his chest and plopping over Even as Jimmy spurted off, Sonny thrashed him around even more, slamming the supple youngster onto his back and whipping his legs up over his head. A black hand encircled each of Jimmy's ankles, Sonny bent the kid into a fetal position with his feet hugging his trembling red ears. The child's spermy boner dug into his wrinkled tummy. His rosy-red ass was lifted up, exposed for more abuse.
"You is a wild little weasel, Jimmy-boy," hissed the black youth, grinning down at the balled-up child. "How does that feel?" He gave Jimmy's small ass a smarting slap with his hand.
The boy's buns reddened right up. The little blond let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt the sting warm his asscheeks. Then another, and another. Rich pain coated his ass as Sonny spanked the hell out of the doubled-up youngster.
The sound of ass-slapping filled the room. It mixed nicely with the moist friction of cock working in ass. The air seemed thick as a jungle with all the raunchy boysex going on. Sonny hand-whipped Jimmy till his black hand stung and his arm began to ache.
"Gonna fuck you hard now!"
The black youth raised up and centered his again solid-cored fucker at Jimmy's moist asshole. He wedged the giant head of it into the tight ass-gasket, a little spurt of creamy piss flowing out around the sides, then he rammed in with a single long stroke! With a hand more than covering each of Jimmy's crimson buns, Sonny fucked like a bull, whipping his lean hips in brutal fuck-thrusts deep into the blond's jism-dripping body.
It didn't take long for Sonny to feel the cum boiling in his bun-slapping balls. He reached for Jimmy's little eggsac as he fucked and ground the boy's balls in his fist.
"Argggh! Hot pain!" screamed the blond. "Can't take any more!" He thrashed his head around, loose on his thin neck, running his tear-streaked cheeks over the soles of his smelly feet. His trembling hands gently stroked Sonny's tight flanks as the black boy plowed his ass with painful cock-shots. The boy's blond hair was clinging to his skull and draped moistly over his working toes as his balls were twisted and yanked from his tummy.
Sonny mashed Jimmy's spermballs till the muscles stood out in his smooth black arm. Then he twisted. The fucking and the torture were enough to do the job, that and a gut-full of his piss. Jimmy spunked off, sending his cream up over his head in an orgasm that looked more like he was pissing.
The kid's asshole gripped Sonny's rutting fucker like a slimy vise. The black boy's face was a mask of sheer primitive lust. A slick massage of pain fisted around the thick stalk of his cock, rammed in to the last millimeter up to the white kid's smarting tits. Sonny came! Thick balljuice heaved from his balls and pumped the length of his prick to splat into Jimmy's pissy guts. Over and over, as the black boy leaned back in sexual abandon, his cock blasted out cum in wracking spasms.
Randy and Sandy, mated on the dildo and sucking in piss from each other's pretty little prick, just kept their tight-hugging position and fed each other a sweet load of jism. There were four mighty happy kids in the steamy cabin as they let their young spunk fly in minute after minute of their wild orgy of boyish energy.
Sonny quickly flipped Jimmy onto his back and dove for his cummy little asshole. He puckered up wide and sucked at the boy's convulsing asslips.
"Can't hold it!" Jimmy panted. "Got to shit it out, Sonny!"
The black youth reached up to the youngster's kicking feet. He got his fingers around Jimmy's clenching little toes and stroked the sensitive soles with his thumbs.
The white child giggled and sputtered. His asshole flowered open and flooded Sonny's mouth with cummy, shitty piss! The boy gulped it down, his long neck working, loving the flavor of all that stuff held in the white boy's belly.
Jimmy was beyond thought. He was just feeling the wonderful relief in his guts, getting a high on Sonny draining all his assjuices down his throat. He could feel the black's tongue squirming around over his asswalls as he drank the liquid filth.
The shitty piss was ambrosia to Sonny. He felt electric jolts blasting his belly as it filled with scum. His gigantic balls swelled and pulled up tight to the base of his jutting fucker. With the piss filling him full, he jerked his lean hips a couple of times and sent a stupendous load of cum flying out. The sound of him splattering out his jism echoed around the room.
Jimmy was about spunked out. But feeling and hearing the black youth spray his load set off a current in his own balls. His prick sputtered out another few jets of jism. The head of it was mashed into his tummy, so the cream just bubbled out around his rosy cockhead and trickled down his hips.
The boys finally pulled apart. Randy and Sandy flopped back, a couple of feet of rubber hose snaking out of their tiny assholes. They were a tired bunch of boys, drowsy from fucking. They curled up around each other and slept in their own filth.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, all the boys at Hunter Ranch were mustered up for a special occasion. Bart and Jeb stood while all the boys in their charge lounged around in a rough semicircle, either crosslegged on the ground or sprawled over hay bales scattered around the area in back of the cabins. There were about twenty youngsters altogether, all of them spunky little masterpieces of nature's finest moment-the lusty time in a male life when juices are flow- ing freely, hair is silky and eyes are bright with mischief.
Jimmy sat on a bale with his flimsy jeans held together with safety pins at the top. He was still a little hung-over from the sexplay of the day before when he was initiated into the exquisite joys of fucking. He fingered his sore tits, feeling his little cock perking up with all the horny young boys gathered together.
"OK, boys, ears up!" said Bart. "Now you fellows know I ain't in this business to make a ton of money, but the ranch is falling a little behind lately, and I got me an idea to help us make a couple bucks. I think all you prick-teasers will find the idea kind of attractive, too. It means plenty of sex action for all of you little nose-pickers!"
There were yelps and nods of approval at those words. Most of the boys wore jeans or shorts. A few wore shirts, open down the front, but most were naked to the waist. And even a couple of younger twirps were bare-ass naked, like little Randy and Sandy, their half-hard pissers hanging loose and grape-sized balls glowing in the sunshine.
Jimmy drew a length of straw from the bale of straw his ass was hugging and stuck it in his mouth, wiggling his toes around in the dirt as Bart continued.
"Now here's the plan. There's plenty of men out there eager as hell to get their hands in the pants of a spunky little lad, or rut their fuckers up the tight ass of a hairless and careless young boy." He wet his lips with his fat tongue, a leer on his face. "Hell, can't blame 'em. The point is, there's a demand for boypussy out there that ain't being met. I intend to remedy that situation by furnishing a supply."
"You mean us, right?"
"You mean men coming here and fucking us?" cried a hopeful young boy, sinking a couple fingers up his asscrack in anticipation.
"A fuckin' chicken farm!" screamed a few boys together, rubbing their lean bellies and nodding their heads.
The big man liked the way the lads were responding. A sneering smile wrinkled up his face. "Yep, Hunter Chicken Farm, boys. A place where the weary boy connoisseur can fulfill his fantasies-for a tidy sum, of course."
"And we have all the fun getting fucked!" screamed the boys. Jimmy warmed to the idea himself. A couple of days ago he thought his asshole was just for shitting. Now he was hopelessly and wonderfully addicted to the joys of getting assfucked. He knew this was going to be fun! He looked down and saw his little cock poking out of his ripped fly, dribbling out a line of lube, and he sighed with the thought of a line of men waiting to cram his ass with their steely fuckers!
"You boys take a day or so to work up some routines, too. I got some ideas I want to try, including some S and M." There was a moan of lust from some of the boys there. "But I want a stage show, too. We'll use the barn, and we'll open for business this weekend."
"Whoopeeee!" cried the kids. Their youthful minds were already racing to cook up hot ideas to turn sex-starved, hunky men into fucking machines.
Just then, the old sheriffs pickup truck pulled into the yard, sending up billowing dust as its brakes screeched to a halt.
"Looks like we got company," drawled Sonny, his hand messing around with his big black balls.
The pudgy sheriff got down from the truck and walked around to the other side to open the passenger door. A young boy slid out and stood blinking in the sunshine.
"Got a wild little Chicano for ya, Bart," grinned the badge-man, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling him along with him. The kid's wrists were handcuffed behind him and he was bare to the waist. A pair of once-white cotton pants hung at a slant over his bony hips.
"What have we got here, Sheriff?" asked Jeb.
"Your standard trouble-maker. The only thing I can get out of the kid is his name. He says his name's Mario if you can believe him."
The kid's huge dark eyes looked up at the man from under a thatch of wild black hair. They were filled with rebellion and fire. "My name's Mario," he spat. "Don't call me no other names!"
Bart liked a boy with spirit. He smiled. "You just leave the little Mex with me, Sheriff, and he'll be in good hands. Just leave the cuffs on him for now."
"Sure, Bart," said the sheriff, climbing back into the truck. "I'll be around over the weekend to see that your little enterprise ain't disturbed."
"Thanks," said the curly-haired man with a wink. "We'll make it worth your trouble, Sheriff."
The whole group of men and boys appraised their latest arrival. They liked what they saw. The kid was mighty hungry-looking, his belly sunk in some, but his chest development showed the work of early adolescence, the way his small pecs cupped out firmly.
Most of their eyes went to Mario's dirty white pants. They'd drooped down farther to reveal the root of his cock. A faint fuzz of black fur spread up around the top of his fucker. And what a cock! The way it was tubed out from his pants, it was obvious the young boy was hung like a horse!
"Shit, his hose hangs halfway to his knees!" observed Sandy, his eyes wide.
"And look at it drool down his pants!" added Randy.
"Bart...?" said Jeb, shifting his feet and his eyes bulging out over the Chicano doll.
"You want to break in his ass, don't ya?"
"Can I, boss?" The balding man's cock was hard as a rock down his pants. His hands were shaking as he reached to grab the youngster's arm.
"You got him, Jeb," grinned Bart. "I got to get busy for the opening night of our chicken farm, anyway.
* * *
Jeb had the kid where he liked him. Mario was strung up in the stables with a rope run under his arms and over the rafters. His wrists still cuffed, his dirty toes dangling a couple of inches off the draw-littered floor. The swarthy youngster's slender body excited Jeb more than he'd expected. He took a couple steps up to the kid, until they were about nose to nose, Mario's dark eyes looking deep into the man. Jeb sucked in the boy's breath like a man starved for springtime. It was spicy-sweet. He could smell the boy's body, caked sweat and cum cooking off him. Mario's smooth skin was mottled with tan patches over his thin shoulders, and one over his hairless cheeks.
Jeb reached for the boy's mounded pec and grabbed at his nipple, giving the ripe flesh a thumb-rub that took all his strength.
The boy smiled!
"You ain't gonna get me to cum off for you, senor. I ain't gonna give you the pleasure of seeing me spurt off my young cum, no matter what you do." The tit-twist was a turn-on, but the kid was stubborn.
"We'll see about that, Mario." Jeb was getting hard watching the young Chicano take the pain. He looked to the boy's dirty white pants and saw that the kid was hard, too, his nice cock bulging out as he hung helpless on the ropes. Jeb was really into using the boy, watching him writhe around with the pain, seeing it flicker in his sensuous eyes, and watching the boy's cock leak out a stain of precum down over his trousers.
"Let's see that dusty fucker of yours," the man growled. He got his meaty fingers under the waist of Mario's tattered pants and yanked them down off his dangling dirty feet. The boy swayed before Jeb, bare-assed naked, his brown skin glowing in the dusty heat of the stables.
"Ooooeee! You got a right nice hot tamale hanging on ya, boy! That baby looks mighty hot, too, pumping up and swelling out like that!"
Mario was pretty well endowed, all right, with a cock that looked bigger because the kid was so small-boned and lean. His puffy lips curled up slightly at the corners, pleased with the man's words, in spite of himself. He gave his thick fucker a jerk, sucking in his skinny gut, and a line of sex-slime strung down from the dark-red tip to the dirt below his toes.
Jeb leaned down to where the youngster could feel his hot breath over his balls. "Don't know as how I like those little cockhairs messing up the view, though," he said. He got a few in his fingers and yanked them out. Then a couple more, tweaking the dark fuzz by the roots, right out of the boy's tender belly.
Mario winced with the tingling sting as the man plucked him smooth He almost wished he had a couple hairs on his balls, so he could feel those yanked out, too!
"There," sighed Jeb, standing back. "That's the way I like a boy, lean and clean, hairless and horny!" He rubbed his hand over the smooth skin at the base of Mario's tummy, feeling how dewy-soft the boy was. "You like that, don't ya?"
The tanned lad didn't speak. But his cock jumped and his balls were pulling up tight.
Jed traced his fingers over the youngster with a feather-light touch, watching the kid's belly ripple with the caress. He tickled around the tight nutsac. Then he cupped the brown berries in his fist, his eyes going to the boy's.
"Go ahead, yank 'em around," the boy grinned.
Jed did. At first he just rolled them around in the palm of his hand, tickling up the base of the boy's ball sac with the tips of his fingers. Then he increased the pressure, feeling the rubbery nuts getting squeezed in his grip. Within minutes, he was really laying into the boy's bare balls, grinding them to jelly in his fist and twisting them till the thin skin about popped out.
The man kept his eyes on the boy's. He saw what he wanted-deep, lusty pain welling up in the kid from his brutalized ballbag. And he saw how the boy was getting off on it, too. His large dark eyes squinted with the pain, blazing deeply with a submissive lust that Jed found exciting in a boy like this. The youngster's pouting lips opened and his pink tongue wiggled between his white teeth, clenching with the wonderful agony in his balls.
Mario felt his jism boiling, getting pressured to spurt with the man just mashing the shit out of his berries. It was hard to breathe, the way the man was crushing him down there. He felt an overpowering surge of lust welling up over his belly, slamming into his brain with simmer- ing waves of pain. He strained down on his tummy, his lean legs going stiff, trying like hell to hold in his cream.
The balding man's arm was getting tired. His knuckles were turned white with the effort of cracking the Chicano boy's balls. He corkscrewed them violently, his face right up to the child's. They were panting and sweating over each other, locked in a ritual of sex and pain that had to find release.
The boy trembled violently, spasms wracking his slender hanging body from head to toe. Jed pulled down on his nuts all the more, jabbing him with greater pain. His belly rippled as he orgasmed, consumed by the fires burning in his balls!
"Good, boy. You cum for old Jed. A nice hot flow out that stiff prick of yours."
But nothing came from Mario's twitching cock but a dribble of clear slime! The man could tell the boy was orgasming. Shit, he was holding it all back of his shaft! He refused to spurt off for the man, just like he said! He endured the burning ache of damming up his massive load of jism, and hung there with a evil grin on his smooth face, daring the man to get him to spunk off!
That got Jed furious. "OK, you punk Mexican, we'll see if we can horse-whip the juices out of ya!" he spat. He released his hold on the kid's bruised balls and grabbed a whip from one of the stalls. It was about four feet long, one used to train horses, with a leather-wrapped handle rubbed bare from use over hundreds of young stallions-and young boys! The long lash was stained red with their blood.
Mario's huge eyes widened when he saw what was coming. His toes curled and he licked his puffy lips.
"Oh, please, please, senor!" he whispered.
"What's that you say, boy?"
"Please, whip my ass off! Beat my balls bloody. Please!"
The man smiled. As Mario suffered with all his built-up spunk, he was wild for the kiss of the whip over his hanging naked flesh. He snaked around in the ropes, begging for a pain-bath from the muscular balding man holding the whip. The handcuffs rattled around his bound wrists.
Jeb wasn't quite ready to whip ass yet. It wasn't often that Bart allowed him break in a kid, and he wanted to do this boy real special. Besides, the punk Chicano was just asking for it, keeping in his cream like that and weaving his dark torso around like he was rubbing off against some invisible playmate.
The man slung the whip over his shoulder and went for a length of rawhide and a rock used to pop open the stable door. He hefted the stone in his hand and a couple of times, figuring it must weigh about ten pounds. He wrapped the rawhide string about the rock, criss-crossing it till it was cradled tight. He walked up to the tanned kid, once again admiring his pointing pisser which was leaking out a string of fluid down to the dirt that puddled up between his clenching toes.
"This ought to give your balls a little thrill," he grinned. He yanked out the youngster's hairless balls and wound the loose end of leather string around the top of his nutsac, pulling it tight. Then he dropped the rock.
"Madre! Mio Dios, that hurt so bad!" cried Mario. The neck muscles strained in his slender neck. His eyes rolled up with the agony plowing through his guts as the stone stretched his balls down between his legs. The stone swung like a pendulum, scraping against his bony knees as he soaked up the awful agony through his gut.
"You're cumming off again, ain't ya?" asked Jed. "I can see from the way your belly's quivering that you're cumming."
"But you ain't gonna see me spurt, senor. Never!" Mario flushed even darker red and convulsed with orgasm, his youthful energy straining to hold his jism in. His knees jerked up high as he came, but again, only a dribble of milky fluid dribbled from his rock-hard cock.
"We'll see about that. Let's try a little persuasion with this here," said the man, uncoiling the whip and giving it a quick snap.
Mario arched out his belly, egging the man on, inviting the muscular gorilla to lash into him. A tight grin gave his cute face a lusty leer.
Jed lashed into the hanging youngster. A solid splat of leather over the skinny boy left a diagonal track of red over his tan tummy. He winced but didn't make a sound. Jed laid down a rain of pain across the boy's sweaty pubes, licking the leather all around the youngster's quivering prick. The skin around Mario's groin glistened as it smarted up nicely. The rock pulling down his balls swung as the kid weaved sensuously under the shower of pain.
Jeb was enjoying the whipping almost as much as the kid was. His mammoth fucker was swelling up in his jeans so much that it ached. Sweat beaded up on his bald head and down his face as his blackberry eyes glazed with lust over the youngster's naked pain. He pulled back and kissed the kid's prick with the tip of the whip. The boy's cock jerked and turned crimson, flinging out a string of crystal liquid.
The boy's tight ass was his next target. It was a pretty little pair of buns, too, very small at the base of the kid's tapered back. The assglobes could be covered by a single hand, Jed thought, running his tongue over his yellowing teeth. The boyish ass was neatly rounded-a cozy up-lifted little bundle, just aching for a spanking.
"Whip my ass off, senor! I want to feel blood running down my asscrack!" mumbled the boy, his fingers clenching in the cuffs.
Jed let him have it! Over and over, he landed the leather lash over the boy's raw ass, sending searing pain through the kid in hot, stinging waves. The man liked the way the little buns bunched up as he whipped them. A cute little dimple formed in each cheek as they took the torture. Jed lashed them raw. Soon the kid's pert ass was smeared red, a trickle of bright red running down his smooth legs.
Sex-sweat filmed both man and boy as the stable steamed up around them. Mario was getting what he wanted-a massive pain-bath. He was crazy with the wonderful lust of the whip. He had needed this, needed having a man punish him bad. He thrilled at the way the balding man mindlessly lashed at his helpless body, streaking it with welts of bloody agony. The way the weight was yanking around his balls was an extra thrill, and the kid kind of jerked around to keep it swinging and hurting. His balled-up cum ached hot at the pit of his belly as he suffered almost multiple orgasms. He felt like his jism was filling him up to the back of his mouth!
Jed's whipstrokes were becoming erratic. He burned the rawhide down Mario's slender legs and up his back over his bound arms. A fling of the whip curled around the boy's ribcage and kissed his tits with a sting that had them pointing out hard. Mario let out a soft grunt as each new spot on his naked body was hit with the burning lash, and his dagger-stiff prick jerked firmly with each sweet sting.
The whistle and crack of the whip seemed endless. Blood trickled between Mario's dusty toes and he felt so wonderfully light-headed, he thought he might pass out. Cum throbbed thickly behind his cockroot, a pool of molten passion expanding with incredible bulk. A line of spit drooled from his thick lips and stretched down over his waving prick.
Jed stopped. He dropped the whip and felt the air hum and buzz around them. Mario's slashed ass was the must fuckable thing he'd ever seen. Inside the asscrack it was dusky pink, almost untouched by the sting of leather, inviting the invasion of his fucker. Jed opened his pants and drew out his cock and balls.
The man was hung like a horse! He couldn't even get his own fingers around the meat of it, about thirteen inches of thick, hard hose, with veins worming around it and bristling hair at the base. The head was slimy and caked with dried cum and lube. The piss-slit gaped wide, big enough to sink a straw into it.
Mario looked down over his tan shoulder and shook with passion. If the man managed to work that donkey-cock up his ass, he was in for the greatest fucking of his young life! He'd been fucked before, sure, but Jed's cock was out of all proportion to his tiny ass, looking like a fist thickly clenched at the end of a pulsing arm! And aimed between his grapefruit-sized buns! Shit, it was going to hurt so goddamn bad! he thought, feeling his cum churning down in his belly.
The man planted his hands around the Chicano boy's skinny hips, his fingers touching. "Shit, you're such a willowy little thing when you're hung up like that," he grunted. "This is one fucking you're going to feel right down to your smelly little toes."
Holding Mario steady, he rutted his massive fucker through the silky skin between his buns, slick with sweat and blood. His cheesy cock-knob parted the youngster's cheeks like a fist sinking into a pillow. He nudged his thick stem forward and felt the hot moisture of the youngster's working asspucker!
"Hot damn, that little asshole of yours is sucking on me like a mouth, boy!" he said. "You're gonna feel this one up to your gullet! Your little brown body ain't never gonna forget having big Jed plow through it!"
The man heaved. Mario's tiny ass-gasket flut- tered open around the tunneling cockhead, working on the man like a starving kid sucking up a lollipop. The giant head sunk into the child's throbbing ass.
The boy jiggled his bony hips on the impaled log of cock, shaking the rock yanking on his balls and urging the man to plow into his guts. An orgasm tore through his belly, and he about screamed with the effort of keeping his spunk from shooting off.
Jed worked his cock in, shoving guts around and spreading Mario's slender pelvis to take his bulk.
"Take my ass, senor," the boy mumbled, spit sputtering around his swollen lips. "Take my ass hard and deep. Cram that cock up my butt!"
About halfway in, Jed paused and sucked in his air. The kid smelled rich, lusty and wild, like an animal in heat. The man snapped his muscular hips forward and up. His assrammer journeyed into Mario to the hilt, the six or seven remaining inches of cock punching in his guts. It was so tight inside the boy that it hurt-hurt damn good.
"Here comes a fucking that'll blow your brains out, kid!"
He pumped his cock in and out of the boy's squeezing assring with brutal thrusts. The youngster twitched and flopped around with the massive screwing, his balls about getting ripped from his belly with the bouncing and swinging of the rock between his legs. His knees were bloody from it slamming into them. Jed rutted the kid to the base of his groin, mashing up against the boy's bloody little asscheeks. Then he drew back, sucking his fucker out to the flaring crown of his cock. Then he rutted in deep again, over and over. The boy's ass was rubbed raw with the fucking. He felt the kid's asslips clench at the root of his cock, signaling yet another orgasm from the boy. The man's arms draped over the youngster's shoulders as he whipped his hips in a frenzy of animal lust.
Jed felt his cum rise on a tide of hot passion, engulfing his fevered brain. He leaned down and sank his teeth into the child's wobbly neck as he slammed his cock deep up Mario's lean belly. He ground his teeth into the kid, tearing at the boy's tender flesh like a eagle pouncing on its prey. He about buckled over with the swelling fire in his balls. He ground his teeth with a cruel jaw-lock and tasted the boy's salty blood.
Then he came! Powerful pumps of cum slammed into the child from the pulverizing prick stuck up through him. A single surge of Jed's jism had more in it than most normal orgasms, and it kept on cumming, wave after wave of thick, warm manfuck flooding the boy with spunk.
Mario had to shoot-or die. He just couldn't hold in the flood of cum built up over hours of ball-bruising, whipping and fucking! He'd orgasmed more times with the wonderful torture that he usually did in a week of just plain fucking. Now the man was pumping cum deep in his gut, and he lost control. Mario surrendered to his young lust.
His lean prick lifted, pointing straight up. The slimy cumslit pulsed open. His tummy sank in and his bloody ribs stood out. The youngster shot off!
An explosion of jism fired out from his slender cock. It fired out like a Roman candle, spattering high up into the rafters over their heads. He was wracked with spasms, like a dying fish flopping around on a spear, flinging out his spunk in shuddering eruptions.
On and on, Jed and Mario fucked and pumped cum. The air was full of the alkali odor of the sexual lust. The bear of a man kept on hugging over the slender little kid till he was sucked dry, all his balljuice sent up the ass of the tawny youth he'd whipped bloody.
"You are the best damn break-in boy I ever had," he sighed, licking at the boy's chewed-up shoulder.
Mario sighed. After minutes of spraying his spunk, his still-stiff cock throbbed out thick, slimy jism. "Not a bad fuck," he grinned with an evil glint in his eyes. "Not bad for a gringo."
CHAPTER FIVE
While Jed was fucking the shit out of the new Chicano kid, the other boys were busy preparing for the opening of Hunter Ranch Chicken Farm. And while Jimmy threw himself with youthful energy into the activities, the boy's father was hanging onto the strap of a cross-town bus, on his way home from a final meeting with his lawyers.
The divorce was final, thank God. He'd put up with married life long enough. The only good thing to come out of it was his young son, a beautiful kid his parents were just unable to handle. Ken felt a pang of regret at sending the spunky little boy away to the boys' ranch. The man wanted to see his son again, to enjoy his careless laughter, his lean boyish energy. Ken felt a twinge in his cock, thinking about Jimmy.
The bus was filling up, pulling away from a turn-around by a popular bench. Ken shuffled to the back, crowding into other summer-steamy bodies pressed around him, thinking about the freedom of newly recovered bachelorhood.
Ken looked ahead and saw the latest passengers meander down the aisle. There was a young boy among them, a breezy little kid wearing a jaunty denim fisherman's cap on his mop of light-brown hair. That was about all the squirt was wearing, too! Ken felt a sweet ache in his balls as he saw the kid had only a thin slip of a swimswuit snug about his slender hips-and the bikini was mighty low-slung, too. Otherwise the boy was bare, tan as a almond and smooth as a butterball.
The bus pitched and swayed. The kid in the cap wandered back, planting his grimy bare feet wide to keep his balance, and ended up leaning back against Ken, his head just reaching to the man's muscled chest.
"Can't reach the strap," said the youngster, flashing his big brown eyes up at Ken under the brim of his cap and a fringe of silky hair. "You mind if I crowd you a bit, mister?"
Ken just smiled nervously, not trusting his voice as the little boy brushed his bubble-butt back against him. Shit, the tanned faun was making him sweat! Freed by his divorce, Ken realized the almost naked kid was a trigger to a powerful desire he had suppressed for years. He suddenly felt the urge to hold that hairless little lad tight, to strip him bare and, and-hell, sure-he wanted to drive his engorging cock down that slender throat or up that impish little ass!
The bus lurched and the boy lost his balance. Instinctively, Ken grabbed the youngster, wrapping his arm down around the boy's skinny tummy.
Back swaying on his feet, the little kid placed his hand over Ken's, keeping it firmly over his tight belly. "Thanks, mister," said the kid, again looking at the man and giving him a childish wink. Ken didn't try pulling his hand away. He loved feeling the soft young boy breathing under him. He saw that his hand covered the youngster's tummy, and the boy's dirty fingers looked so small over his.
More people crowded onto the bus as it neared Ken's neighborhood. And as they were packed more snugly, the boy wormed against him even more. The man just let it happen, developing a fantasy about really messing around with a kid that small. Hell, the boy must be younger than his own Jimmy.
The boy was pushing at his hand. He was holding it firmly against him and pushing it down! Ken squirmed his fingers, almost pulling away like he'd touched hot coals. Then he looked around and saw that everybody on the bus was too busy reading or day-dreaming or just plain dozing to notice the emergance of a chicken hawk in their midst. What the hell, he thought. Let's see where this goes, and he relaxed his hand and let the boy have it.
The boy's small fingers guided Ken's hand right down over his tiny swimsuit. Ken could feel the boy's stiff little cock through the thin fabric. Shit, the youngster's pisser felt like a pencil, small, but mighty stiff! He worked his fingers around as the bus bobbed along. He was getting sweaty and light-headed as he felt up the youngster. He felt the kid's fingers tighten and pull his hand up. He thought the boy was getting a little freaked-out or something. But the little scamp just giggled silently and shoved Ken's fingers under the hand of his snug little bikini! Shit, right there on a packed bus-his trembling hand in the pants of a kid younger than his own son! Ken felt a rush of passion suppressed for years, years of stuffing emotions while he only pretended to be hot for his wife's flabby body. Now what he felt was the real thing- supercharged thrills of erotic fire tingling all through him.
And the boy was a little smoothie, too. Warm, soft skin sheathed tight over his cock. Not a hint of hair around the base of his boyish fucker! Looking around the other people with glazing eyes, Ken toyed around with the child's stiff tool. He rubbed the ball of his thumb over the head of the kid's finger-sized prick and felt the slimy ooze spread over the spongy little bullet. The kid trembled against him, rubbing his butt up over Ken's legs, letting him fool round with his young cock.
The kid leaned back, looking up to Ken with a lusty little grin. "Hey, I ain't made of glass, mister," he whispered. "Go ahead and mash my berries, if you want to."
The bus stopped and a couple of people got off. And more got on, keeping the passengers packed in like sardines. Ken worked his hand down, getting his fingers on the boy's baby balls. His head buzzed pleasantly as he rolled the little grapes around in his sweaty hand, feeling the smooth skin slide around the rubbery little core of each eggsac. He glanced down and saw he'd pulled the lad's thin bikini down at an angle over his wiry little hips. A couple of inches of creamy assfurrow was exposed, showing a smeared tan-line below his delicate waist. God, that looked good, so small and tight and moistly pink!
The sight of the kid's ass got the man bearing down and twisting on the boy's berries. His solid-cored cock was up and pulsing, pushing right up the youngster's squirmy spine.
He was startled when the little boy stiffened up, sucking in his skinny tummy. He felt the youngster quiver and a thin stream of warm liquid hit his hand. Shit, the little snot-nosed kid was cumming off with getting his nuts cracked! Sticky squirts of jism spit over Ken's vising fingers, soaking the kid's thin swimsuit with boyish spunk.
Ken about panicked. Hell, he could have the wrath of the community on his back for what he was doing, and here he was on a crowded bus, his hands deep in the pants of a jism-spitting child. He looked around again, his eyes wild with fear, his fingers still on the little boy's tender balls.
His eyes met another man's sitting down across the aisle. The man was pretending to read the paper, but he'd seen everything. He gave a little nod of his head to Ken, flashing a smile of approval. Ken was momentarily relieved.
He also saw his stop was next. He pulled his hand from the boy's snug swimsuit, rubbing some of the youngster's cream off down the leg of his pants. He went for the rear door and bounded out as it opened. He forced himself to slow down, to walk as though he hadn't just mashed the cream from a little boy's balls.
"Hey, where you going?" came a high-pitched voice behind him.
Ken turned. Trotting up toward him came the perky kid, his suit stained dark where his jism soaked through it. His cap was at a jaunty angle, and so was his suit! He hadn't bothered to hitch his tiny bikini back up, and it hung low down over one hip, catching sunshine on his bare pubes and down the crack of his apple-round ass.
"You playing hard to get, or what?" the kid asked, squinting up at Ken with those adorable soft brown eyes of his.
"Listen kid, I think you'd better beat it before we both get into trouble," said Ken, without much conviction. Hell, he was hard for the kid, and his pulse was pounding.
"Beat it?" the youngster giggled. "Heck, I'd rather you fucked the spunk out of me than I beat it."
"Fuck you? Shit, I couldn't sink my cock up your tail, boy. You're a mighty cute kid, and I'll admit you got me hot, all right, but your ass is just too small to take my fucker."
"You can work it up my tail, man, if you try. I've had a cucumber up me this big," he said eagerly.
He held his grimy hands apart, maybe ten inches. "And I've heard fish stories before," said Ken, forcing himself to turn on his heels and continue up the street to his apartment.
The boy was persistent. He dogged along the man's tracks, his small bare feet skipping over the hot sidewalk, eager as a puppy. "Listen, let's you and me fool around, and just see if you want to fuck my ass, OK? I got to cum, man. And I like men, big strong men like you, with hair down their arms. Please!"
They got to Ken's apartment. Ken looked hungrily down at the sexy little boy, seeing how his stiff little cock stretched out of the thin material of his swimsuit about as long us his thumb. "What's your name, kid?"
The boy brightened, taking a wipe at his button nose which was leaking out a little slimy snot. "My name's Petey. Can I come in with you?"
Ken's resolve weakened. And his cock got harder as he scanned the squirrely kid shifting around on his bare feet, just aching for a man to love him up.
"Come on."
By the time the man was able to latch the door and turn around, Petey was peeling down his snug bikini. He kicked the flimsy thing off his grimy toes and stood bare-ass naked except for the fisherman's cap on his cute head. The boy's little prick stuck up straight, not even moving with his hips, like a bony extension of his boyish pelvis, totally aroused. The wonderfully soft fold of his foreskin wrapped around in back of the bullet head. The pale little stalk was so hard it seemed to vibrate, the blue veins just beneath the surface. Petey almost looked like he didn't have any balls, the silky pink things just lumps pulled up tight against the root of his lollipop cock.
"I may be small, but I'm wild when I'm horny," he giggled, tugging on his baby balls. "And I am horny!"
Ken was confused and frightened by this strange new desire. He headed for the kitchen and came back with a glass of scotch and water, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.
Petey was sitting on the sofa, his small feet up on the cushion, his heels up and touching his tiny buns. He was showing off his asshole! The youngster watched Ken's eyes go between his legs and he spread them even wider, letting the guy get an eyeful of his shit-hole gleaming moistly in the pit of his hairless assfurrow.
Ken froze. "Uh, I don't know if I ought to be fooling around with a little kid like you, Petey," he about choked, taking a swig of the scotch.
"Hey, man, you're hot for my ass, you know you are. You'd go crazy if you drove your cock up my tail, really you would. I'd squeeze and gut-suck that fucker of yours better than any woman's cunt could. Come on, give my ass a fuck!"
The kid's girlishly high voice had an erotic effect, a wonderfully sexy drive to it. Besides, the child reached between his legs and started running his grimy fingers over his steamy asshole, tracing around the pulsing ring of it, spreading his assjuices around. As Ken watched, the youngster pushed a finger up inside himself and frigged around in his guts, sucking in his tummy and grinning like an imp. Clear lube oozed out his tiny piss-slit and lacquered down his smooth prick-skin.
Ken heaved a sigh and sat beside Petey, battling against his churning desire for the funky kid's beautiful body, naked and just oozing with lusty energy.
"Hey, you're really uptight," said the little boy. "Don't you want to fuck my ass?"
"Yeah! No! Hell, I don't know," said Ken, splashing his tonsils with scotch. "You're so goddamn sexy, and not a hair on you. Shit, I just never done anything like this, messed around with a little kid before."
Petey brightened. "Maybe if you pushed me around first, you'd loosen up a bit. Why don't you give me a spanking!" The kid reversed with a quick leap, landing on his hands and knees, his tiny ass up and wiggling, right in Ken's face. "Come on, slap my buns red! That ought to loosen you up."
Ken moaned with lust. The youngster's rump was the most gorgeous curve, the most appealing little apple-round boy-buns he'd ever seen! And there was that tempting slit down them, glowing steamy pink.
He hesitated. He put the drink down and wiped his face in both his hands yet resisted touching those beautiful buns!
Petey faced the challenge. Hell, he was going to get this guy to plug his gut if it took all day. The squirt went to a bookshelf and put his hand to the last volume. Then, looking Ken right in the eye, he pushed. The books, one by one, hit the end of the shelf and tumbled to the floor.
Ken's first emotion was surprise. Then he felt anger. But Petey could see that the man needed another prod to get him started.
The boy walked right up to where the man was sitting. He grabbed for the glass holding Ken's drink, needing both his hands to reach around and hold the tumbler. He got it between his legs, one dirty hand holding it steady against himself, and got his other fingers on his cock, he bent his pencil-stiff pisser down over the rim of the glass.
Holding his little prick steady and sucking in his tummy, the boy let loose with a thin stream of piss, right into Ken's scotch and water!
The man was dumbfounded. The line of piss made a delightful hissing sound as it filled up the glass. Steam drifted up from the warm piss hitting ice. The color of the liquid in the glass was the same, light-yellow with booze and boypiss.
Then Ken was mad! "You little fairy! You think you can come in here, strip down to the buff and mess my place up? You think you can squirt your stinking piss into my drink?" He was shaking and red with anger. And his cock was so hard it felt like it might break off!
"So what are you going to do about it?" teased Petey, shutting down the burning piss when he filled the glass to the rim. "You going to spank me for being such a naughty boy?"
"You bet your cherry little ass I am!"
Ken lunged at the child.
CHAPTER SIX
Ken grabbed the naked youngster, amazed at how small and light Petey was. He whipped the kid over his lap, feeling the child's soft, firm body worming around over his groin. The kid's skinny tummy rubbed over Ken's thick hard-on, making the man gasp with a keen pang of fury. His anger and his lust collided with ecstatic force, and he raised his open hand high, whipping it down hard on the child's apple-rosy ass!
Petey sighed, feeling the man's boiling emo- tions finally kicking free. He showered in the warm sting spreading over his buns as Ken began to lay into him violently.
"You little cock-sucker! I'm going to spank you silly!" Ken said through clenched teeth, slapping the kid over and over. Once the cork of inhibition was popped free, his lust just foamed over. Seeing Petey's lovely little ass burn crimson just made him spank the boy all the harder, his arm blurring with his rapid, hard blows. He wanted the puny little punk to really hurt, wanted to see him suffer for his cocky attitude. And he wanted to sadistically beat the kid silly and then fuck the shit out of his tiny tight ass! Swatting that baby-soft butt had him hot-hotter than he'd ever been in his life!
Ken got off on the passion welling up in him as he whacked at the small, tight ass spread out so temptingly, so willingly, over his steamy lap. He had never felt so damn hot, his cock gushing out slime in his pants as little Petey writhed around over him in his ecstasy of pain. The continual splat of rough hand against tender boy became hypnotic, wonderfully erotic, harder and hotter.
The little boy's sensuous writhing allowed a spread of his ruby-red asscheeks, too. Ken peered down between blows to see the kid's tiny ass dimple bud and pucker within his creamy asscrack. Butt-sweat glistened within the slender valley, and smears of scarlet blood moistene over his ass. The child's armpits were salmon pink, glowing with the dew of sweat.
Ken's senses were heightened by beating the boy. He seemed so totally alive, tingling in every nerve as he continued to madly slap the upraised ass beneath him. He seemed to hear the boy babbling something. He stopped for a moment, his hand totally covering the boy's burning bottom.
"More! Keep whipping my ass! Spank me till I spunk! I don't care if you tear my buns to shreds, man!" Petey was delirious, twisting around and humping himself over Ken's lap, begging for more! The kid pushed the fisherman's cap to the back of his head and looked over his shoulder up to the man. His eyes were feral, crazed with pain and lust. "Spank me! Whip me! Fuck me!" he growled like a young animal.
Ken didn't need much encouragement. Once begun, he was ready to beat the boy bloody to get off. And he knew he was going to fuck that delectable little ass and fuck it damn good!
The boy's bun-flesh was bright red, with smarting abrasions oozing blood. Ken slapped down his reed-thin legs, then up his back. The kid's shoulder blades stood out with the pain like butterfly wings.
Then the kid convulsed. Like he was having some kind of fit, the little boy's chin jerked to his knees in a series of seizures. His chin dug into Ken's thigh as his body sprang into an almost fetal position over his lap. It was clear the youngster was going into a massive orgasm, spurred on with the sting of pain.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, cum! Gotta cum so bad!" groaned Petey, jerking like a landed bass.
Ken just kept on laying into the boy, snapping his ass with searing burns. He felt quick licks of jism spray over his lap. He watched as Petey's asspucker gripped and spread with his cum-shots, quick, like a rabbit spunking off. It beat any foreplay he'd ever had before, spanking the little lad's flaming ass till he came. But he decided to mask his joy by continuing the act of anger for a while yet.
"Shit, boy. You got your filthy spunk all over me!" he said, grabbing the lightweight youngster under his arms and lifting him up between his legs. "Look at the mess you made! You're nothing but a slimy little spunker, shooting all over me like that!"
Petey looked like he was drugged. His big eyes were drowsy with lust and his wet hps were lax. Tiny beads of sweat dotted over the bridge of his snub nose. And his prick? Hell, it was still glued to his tummy and pumping out spunk!
Ken raised his smarting hand and slapped the child hard across the cheek. "You get down there and clean up all your smelly mess, right now. With your mouth!"
The slap sent Petey's head jerking back on his slender neck. His denim cap went ascrew and his soft brown hair flew with the blow. A trickle of blood mixed with snot ran from his button nose. The boy fell to his knees before the man, his small hands resting on Ken's knees.
The man watched as the boy put his tan-cheeked face down into his groin, his little pink tongue flicking out to lap up his ballcream. Like a kitten cleaning its fur, the youngster went after his own cumstrings like a sleepy angel, slurping it up off Ken's damp pants in long strokes. He made a deep humming noise as he licked up his spunk, like he was purring, and his tiny grimy fingers worked into the man's knees.
Down between his knees, the youngster looked like he was worshipping some phallic god. Ken loved the way the boy was working his face around down between bis legs. The child's bare back arched smoothly down to the tight little crimson asscheeks resting on his heels. And his tiny toes stuck out beneath his buns, clenching and spreading with joy.
When the child's soft cheek rubbed over Ken's cock, the man about leaped. Shit, a little boy was rubbing his face right into his fuck-flesh and loving it! Petey found the head of Ken's engorged cock with his lips. He firmed up his tongue and massaged the thick knob through damp cotton. Then he licked all the way along the nine or ten inches of rock-hard assrammer, his eyes closed with bliss.
"You want it?" whispered the man, his cum about to explode.
Petey just gave a boyish moan of desire. He reached down and clawed at Ken's pants, finally getting his fingers on the cum-slick zipper and yanking it down. He pushed his hand in the fly and grabbed the solid cock, pulling the angry length of it out, bobbing and dripping with pre-orgasmic juices. A thick, pulsing vein ran along the top of the skin-tight shaft. His fingers teased out the man's bulging ballbag, seething with quarts of jism.
Ken's brain seethed as he felt the child's fingers grasp his cock. His wife hated to touch it, said it was dirty. And here was a tender youngster wild for it! He watched the little boy, his two infant hands holding the swollen shaft, rubbing his cheeks over his cock, sliding the slimy head over his baby-soft lips, snaking it over his snotty nose! The kid was loving up Ken's cock like it was catnip, turning him into a weasel-wild beast with the smell and feel of rich mancock!
Ken sucked in his gut with electric pulses as Petey nuzzled along the veined stretched skin of his fucker. The boy buried his nose in the sweat-drenched cock-hair bunched around the base. He licked around in the wiry patch, taking tiny bites at the man's crotch hair. The boy nosed around in Ken's funky balls, rubbing his smooth face all over the wiry spermsacs.
"Open up, Petey. You're going to eat cock!" said Ken, surprised at the cruel tone of his voice. After all, this was just a hairless little kid slurping over his balls! But hell, the tyke was hot!
Petey dropped his jaw and fed the head of Ken's cock through his lips. It could barely fit! The boy screwed his head around on the monster cock, his tongue flicking over the supersensitive knob of the man's bone-hard fuckmeat, and shoved his face down onto the fuck-spear. He was going to get it down his throat if he died trying!
Ken let the boy do all the work, sucking air like he'd run a mile. Inch after thick inch tunneled between Petey's thin lips, the kid's eyes droopy with lust. Ken could feel his fucklube running out and coating the child's throat with slime.
It was enough to spring a nerve in him. Ken cupped the child's warm skull tight in both hands. He snapped his hips up off the sofa at the same time he pulled Petey's head toward him and down. Holy fuck! He felt the kid's strangled throat pop open and his fucker slid right down through the little boy's thin neck!
The boy went kind of limp, letting the man use his face as a fuck-hole. A sheen of sex-sweat glowed over his sun-loving body as he just worked a rippling thrill through the man with his gagging gullet.
"Going to fuck your punk face, Petey!" growled the man. "Going to ram my cock down your throat till I fill you with my cum!"
With that, Ken went crazy, shoving and pulling, thrashing the boy's head around till his cap flew free. The boy's hair flounced around as Ken rutted the kid's suffocating throat like a beast. He impaled the boy's face all the way down to his churning balls, rubbing the kid's face around in his sweaty groin. He could feel Petey's little nose poking into his belly as he twisted the youngster's head around, his face staked firmly on his cock.
"Going to drown in cum, boy!" Ken rutted Petey's neck with tissue-tearing thrust. His hips bucked off the sofa as he plowed the boy's cute face over and over, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, minute after minute.
Something popped in Ken's brain, like a flashbulb going off. His balls seemed to give off a muffled explosion. Then he strained up, sprung like a bow, and spurted! Yard-long ropes of thick cum spat from his cock-right into the youngster's clinging throat! Right down to his belly! Heaving spasms of spunk filled the kid,, spicy-hot jism, spurt after spurt.
Petey let out a groan of satisfaction around his cock-stretched hps. He looked up at Ken with those big beautiful eyes, his mouth full of cock. His pupils dilated and his eyeballs went back in his skull as the man pissed jism through his neck. Then the child passed out, his pelvis jerking up and his little cock jerking and shooting off string after string of sweet cream, right up to his chin!
Ken felt the boy go tight, then go rubbery-limp, blacked out while the man's spearing fucker still shot cum in agonizing contractions. But the kid kept on cumming, going dreamy and soft, his stiff little pisser spraying out its joy-juice as he nodded off!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ken's first orgasm was just a ball-teaser. It got him all the hotter for more. He wanted to satisfy his lust totally with this little kid. And hell, the youngster seemed insatiable, like a sex-doll programmed for a man's heavy passion.
As they both slowed their ogasmic spurts, the men lifted Petey's flushed face off his cock, the cockhead popping free of the child's lips with a juicy plop. As soon as the boy had sucked in some air, he was randy for more action, lick- ing a trail of jism off his abused lips.
"Good face-fuck, mister," he panted. "I could feel you pumping down to my belly!"
Ken looked down the kneeling boy's body. Jism dripped from his shoulders down his skinny chest, over his tummy and around his tiny balls, sneaking into the crack of his ass. An odor of sweet sweat and boycum cooked off him as breathing returned to normal.
The man lifted Petey to his wobbly feet. Both man-cock and boy-cock remained stiff as steel blades. The kid's mop of hair reached up to Ken's nose as he stood there, waiting to see what he would do next, then he got a real surprised look in his pixie eyes and his hand snapped to his head.
"Hell, I lost my cap while blowing you!" he exclaimed, leaning down to retrieve it. He planted it back on his mussed hair, grinning with satisfaction, arching out his pelvis to let the man know he could just do what he wanted with him.
Ken grinned at the child's obsession with that dirty little cap, had he had to admit he sure looked cute, standing there prick-stiff and bare-ass naked with just that small-brimmed cap on his head.
Ken reached for the glass still beside him, brimming with scotch and piss. He noticed a slight shaking of his hand, a bit of the amber fluid spilled over the top and ran down his wrist.
It was warm. He held it in front of Petey's eager face.
"Drink it, you little cocksucker!"
The youngster's eyes widened. His tummy sucked in and his lean pecker gave a sharp slap to his tummy.
"Go on! You pissed in it, you drink it! All of it!" A little more sloshed over the side as Ken shoved the glass into Petey's face.
"Yes sir," said the kid in a quivering high voice.
Petey wrapped both of his hands around the tumbler. He was trembling, too. Looking Ken right in the eye, the child raised the rim to his swollen lips, parting them slightly. As the man watched, the little boy tipped back the glass and let the piss and booze flow into his mouth. He poured his mouth full, his smooth cheeks ballooning out, then lowered the glass. It was still more than half full.
Swaying a bit on his feet, Petey sloshed the stinging piss around in his mouth, working his tongue through the funky rich liquid. Then he let a thin trickle down his throat, rubbed raw by Ken's plowing prick. He swallowed, his eyes going dreamy. He swallowed again, draining the mouth-load, and grinning like an evil angel. He licked his piss-slick hps and belched!
"Fine stuff," said the boy with a fruity giggle. "Better'n soda pop!"
Little Petey stood there, boyishly satisfied, rubbing the smooth glass over his slippery tongue, then up over his tiny pointed tits. Yellow droplets sparkled on his lax hps.
Ken felt suddenly suffocated in his clothes. He stood and showed the spermy little boy back down to the sofa. He ripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Damp hair matted his thick chest. His stomach muscles rippled as he undid his soaking pants and pulled them off.
The men stood powerfully naked and aroused over the little boy. Petey liked what he saw, especially the pillar of hard meat jutting from the man's strong loins. His little asshole spasmed and itched like crazy seeing Ken's fist-sized cockknob bob around in front of his face. The youngster squeezed and rubbed his little balls-crazy, mad, insane for a frantic fuck! He lifted and spread his willowy legs, showing Ken his puckering asshole, needing the fuck bad, wanting that column of cock rutted up his ass like junkie needs a fix!
Ken was ready to fuck ass! That moist little boypussy looked better to his crazed eyes than any hairy cunt he had ever seen. Hell, the youngster's asshole was clean and hairless, about the size of a penny, pulsing real juicy with each beat of Petey's heart. It was brownish pink, smack in the midst of the child's blood-smeared little buns. It was irresistible!
Ken grabbed Petey's thin ankles, pulling the boy sideways and up along the sofa till his ass was upraised over the arm of it. The boy flopped back, letting the man use him, the drained glass falling from his fingers to the floor. Sprawled out like that, his bony pelvis upraised and his hairless groin curved in a lovely arc, the child was the most erotic picture of lust the man had ever seen. And that twangy little prick of his just leaking out creamy lube was so goddam tasty-looking. Ken was just salivating with the desire to plow his cock into the youngster's wiry body!
"Going to fuck the shit out of you, Petey! Don't know how the hell I'm going to ram my fucker up that tight little shitter of yours, but I'm going to fuck you till cum runs out your ears!"
"Do it!" squealed the boy, squirming his ass around as Ken lifted and spread his twig-thin legs. The man doubled Petey over, shoving the boy's legs down till his knees hugged his ears. The boy's ass was high and his shoulders sank into the sofa. He was as vulnerable as a newborn chicken, his asspucker up and ready to take the man's thick hoser.
That ass-dimple was about the size of Petey's brown nipple, looking like maybe a pencil could squeeze between the pinched-in ring of it. But Ken was going to stretch that sensuous membrane till it ripped if he had to. He sopped up a palm of ballslime off the small boy's belly and fisted the goo over his fucker.
Then, gripping his hard cock just behind the flare of its broad head, he targeted on Petey's asshole, leaning forward. The spongy knob pushed in, spreading the membranous tissue of the child's tight ass. Wider and wider gaped the kid's ass-gasket as Ken worked his fist-sized fucker into the pulsing guts of the boy. He was in! At least, the first couple of sensitive inches were. Petey's raw asslips fluttered down around the crown of his cock.
"Shit, you're tighter than a greased fist!" the man said, working in another couple of inches. He couldn't believe the small-boned kid was taking him like that, the child just weaving around and kicking his legs in delight at getting his ass ripped and raped. "I can feel your bones spread and guts getting mashed when I shove in, boy!"
Hell, Ken could see the shape of his cock nosing up through the skinny kid, poking right out his tummy! And he kept on screwing around with his hips and pushing. That fat slab of his was as thick as one of Petey's spanked buns! And it was rutting in him, fucking his guts all the way up to his ribs!
Ken hit bottom, his fucker stabbed into the kid to the hilt. He let out a trembling sigh, soaking up the rippling heat of the little boy. He felt a staccato gripping around the root of his cock.
He looked down and saw Petey rolling his head around in bliss, his small cock shooting off all over his doubled-up belly and chest.
"Good fuck!" piped the boy, a string of ballcream laced over his eyes and down his cheek. "I gotta see this cock of yours plugging my ass."
With that, the squirt struggled up to his elbows over the sofa, peering down at the man's wiry bush mashed tight between his spread buns.
"Gotta get close."
Petey grabbed behind his slender legs and pulled himself up, rolling into a ball until he rested his chin on his balls! The man had never seen a kid so supple. Petey's slick lips parted as he bent down to give his pink little berries a quick swipe of his tongue. The child's asshole worked over the man's cock as his nose about scraped the solid shaft of it sawing between his buns.
Ken slid out. His cock emerged gleaming from Petey and the boy's asshole spasmed for a moment, then puckered down to a tiny dot. The man's fuckrod bobbed free, filmed with assjuices and shit. He sucked in his gut, jerking the slimy cockhead up to Petey's face. Then he sank his filthy fucker right between Petey's open red lips!
The child sucked the huge tube of rigid prick-meat. He tasted his own ass-mucus and shit on the fat shaft as it sunk into him. He loved it! Wild spurts of cum spat out over his wrinkled tummy with the rich musky flavors of the man's deep-throating cock.
Ken stroked in and out of the little kid's convulsing throat. He rammed full in till his hairy ballbag rubbed over the child's drooling chin.
"Take it, Petey. Take it long and deep! Taste yourself on that cock and swallow it down! Suck up my lube right along with your own shit!"
When he saw the boy turning red with lack of air, he drew back, watching the shiny-clean shaft of his fucker emerge from between Petey's clinging red lips. Flexing his muscular buns, Ken let the thick knob pop loose, a string of spit and pre-cum stringing out between his cunthole and the boy's drooling hps.
He let his fucker bob around a bit on the kid's tight asscleft, then he centered it at the tiny slot of Petey's asshole and shoved it back into the boy.
Petey squealed with joy! He'd spread his willowy legs for chicken hawks before, and sucked a few off till they creamed down his treble throat. But he'd never had a man use him like Ken, going from stink-hole to kisser and back again.
And that's exactly what the man was doing. He established a rhythm, stroking in to the hilt up between the small boy's smarting buns.
Then, with an upward jerk of his groin, he aimed it at Petey's slick lips and rutted the boy's face right down to his balls. Each time his massive fucker emerged from the boy's tight tail, it gleamed with ass-juices and streaks of brown. Each time Ken drew it from Petey's kissy lips, it was washed slick with spit.
Petey was getting the sexual workout of his young life. Hell, he could just stay balled up like that for hours, feeling the wonderful ache in his guts as Ken fucked his asshole hard and deep. And he could take that man's shitty cock down his throat till he passed out, it was so goddamn thick and rich with tangy flavors. He felt his lips about bleeding from getting that fucker rammed through his face, but he wanted more!
The boy's pin-stiff prick nosed up into his throat as he held his face up between his legs, perched there in a tiny ball on the arm of the sofa. His immature boner jabbed into the hollow of his neck, puddling up slick precum until it trickled down over his chest. Then, with a deep, fast rut of Ken's cock up his belly, a thin shot of jism squirted out. It squished right against his neck as he felt the man's prickmeat punch his guts. It flowed in a milky stream down over his collarbone. Other splattering jets of cum followed. He shot hard from his slim prick, over and over.
Ken felt the terrific spasms milking his cock.
His balls boiled and his groin muscles began orgasmic contractions. But he wanted this to last. He had never had a hot little kid speared in so many wonderful ways before. He wanted to keep fucking ass and face forever. He withdrew from the boy's ass with a pop, sucked in air, and plowed down Petey's neck. He did it fast. He found that even looking down at the youngster's pulsing red asshole was about enough to tip him over into cumming.
Ken had a compelling urge to get wild with the boy. He grabbed the boy's hair in back, above the nape of his slender neck and pulled Petey's face into his crotch as the boy quivered in multiple orgasms. Ken ground the boy's raw lips over his abrasive cock-hair with vicious twists of the youngster's head, mashing his button nose flat into his belly.
Then, holding Petey's head firmly, Ken pulled out and rammed deep into the boy's shit-hole. Faster and faster, he fucked the boy at both ends, using the child like a sex doll and screwing him to shreds!
Petey liked it fine. A series of orgasms trembled through the boy as he was fucked around on the man's mighty meatshaft. The boy wondered where he'd get Ken's load of cum, up his butthole or down his throat. Hell, he didn't care, as long as the guy just continued to fuck the spunk out of his berries like he was doing.
He managed to reach around under his buns and cup Ken's huge balls. He grasped gently at the man's cum-full nuts and dragged them down, trying like hell to hold off the guy's orgasm, wanting Ken to stay hard and hot and plow his face and ass off forever!
But the tide of lust was unstoppable. Ken didn't know which of the youngster's cock-grabbing holes was better to take his load-his tight-gripping little boyass or his convulsing throat. But whichever it was, it was going to take it. NOW!
Ken went tight. Up on his toes, the man arced back, his hands clawing the child's cheeks and shoulders as he exploded out his cumload! Shit he just heaved out the cum-great, thick gobs of it. The sinews stood out all along his athletic body as he ground his groin down to the final fraction of an inch into the boy's tiny asscheeks.
Then he went flat on his feet and yanked his cummy cock out. A spurt of jism sprayed Petey's dreamy face. Then Ken plowed into the boy's face, working his cum-spitting cock down through the kid's choking throat.
Both man and boy bathed in the fuck-thrills as they drew out their orgasms for minute after minute.
Then Ken sawed out of the boy's mouth and slammed back into his quivering ass. As he did this, his spunk sputtered down, from Petey's guts to his gullet, filling the child with wads of thick, syrupy jism.
When they were finally pumped out and the room stopped spinning. Petey relaxed and sprawled back onto the sofa, the picture of boyish lust. He was dripping with his jism, his lean pisser red at its bullet head from working out so much spunk.
"That was the best ever," giggled the kid, licking at a string of Ken's cum over his hps and rubbing his oily belly.
"Hell, I never thought sexing with a little kid could be so good," smiled Ken. He grabbed the boy's grimy foot and played around with his tiny toes, making the child giggle. The man was again amazed at how small and skinny the youngster was, and how horny-hot he was! He was irrevocably hooked on boysex. He thought of his son. Would Jimmy ever go for that? he wondered. With his own father? The man knew he had to find out, it was a quest he had to make. He looked down to little Petey as the wicked angel adjusted his cap over his jism-streaked hair. Yep, thought Ken, he'd head out to Hunter Boys' Ranch for the weekend.
"Hey man,' came Petey's sweet voice below him, "you got to take a leak?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was time for the Grand Opening of the Hunter Boys' Ranch Chicken Farm. A scurry of activity preceded the event, and Bart was about sweated out from the preparations and his own eagerness to make his out-of-the-way site a mecca for boy-lovers from all over the region.
The boys were coming up with plans of their own, their young balls bursting with jizz and the brains sizzling with mischief. They wanted to give the men who came the best damn time of their lives.
They also got hornier and hornier as the big night approached, their boyish pricks pointed up and lubing twenty-four hours a day just thinking about all the hot and heavy thrills ahead.
The pudgy sheriff was at the gate as night fell, swinging his big flashlight. He was waving a line of cars, pickups and bikes into the yard till they formed a semicircle in front of the main barn.
Inside the barn, hay bales and folded chairs were set up. Bart and Jed stood there watching the men enter and take their seats. "Looks like a fine group of chicken hawks, Bart."
The curly-haired man wiped his sweaty palms down over his jeans. "Yep, I think we got ourselves a goldmine here, Jed. Even got us some bikers."
Spaced here and there were unshaven, leather-clad men, their eyes kind of mean, come to see if there was some good boy-whipping to be done here. There were men of every description, boy-lovers and boy-fuckers, about as eager as the youngsters were to enjoy the special delights of sexing with the spunky little lads.
And there, too, was Ken, Jimmy's father, walking into the barn with a new spring in his step, chin up, and looking forward to getting it on with his very own boy in a new and ex- citingly sexy relationship between daddy and son.
The barn filled, and lanterns gave a rosy glow to the center of the action. An animal scent of rutting males hung in the warm air.
Bart stepped forward. "OK men, you're here for a special evening of entertainment and participation in the fine art of boy-love. We have a little show ready for your enjoyment, and after that you're all welcome to select a kid you want to fool around with. There are cabins galore, or a natural setting down by the creek for you and your young partner to fuck the whole night."
There were sounds of approval from the men.
"First, the star of our show. A new arrival, but a quick learner and a mighty spicy little fellow-here's Jimmy!" The curly-haired man gave a sweep of his hand and the slender blond sauntered in.
Now there was a moan of lust from the crowd as they scanned the cute pubescent, standing there, so damned desirable in his low-hugging jeans, still just snapped together with a couple of safety pins at the ragged fly. They could just sense that this hairless little lad was a mighty hot number, the way he stood kind of sway-back, teasing them with the curve of his pelvis :and with a little wiggle of his ass.
Ken sucked in his breath, seeing his young son standing there lewdly displaying himself in front of a group of cum-hungry men. He felt an ache in his groin, looking at his own son in a new light. He knew what he wanted, too. He wanted to fuck the crap out of his son's spanked ass!
Bart stood behind Jimmy, towering over the skinny kid. "Here's a pliant little wonderboy for you, men. And mighty supple and smooth. Jimmy's got a snug little ass and an appetite for a real man's rough ways."
The big man rested his meaty paws on Jimmy's bony shoulders, giving them a squeeze. The youngster smiled and leaned back against Bart, his flimsy jeans sagging down over his straight hips a couple inches more. Enough anyway, for the audience to see that the kid was without a hair to mar his perfect youthful beauty. They looked down to admire the child's dusty pink feet looking so tasty-sweet between the huge shit-kicking boots of the man behind him.
"Work over his tits for us, Bart!" came a low voice.
"Yeah, get the kid hurting and show us what kind of action you got here, anyway!"
Bart just gave the man a leering grin and moved his calloused hands over Jimmy's smooth skin, down his slender arms and back up again. Then he went to the boy's ribbed chest, toying around with the tiny pink discs on his boyish torso. Jimmy responded to getting his nipples rubbed with a motion like a cat getting scratched. He stretched up and jutted out his ribcage, his eyes closing down to mere slits as Bart squeezed and twisted his rubbery-tipped tits.
Then Jimmy stretched up his thin arms and circled Bart's thick neck, pulling himself right up off his feet and just hanging on the man.
Ken felt a pang of lust. Shit, his little boy looked so damned erotic, draped against the man that way, so small and lean with his slim torso stretched tight, letting the big guy work the shit out of his tender titties. He saw dew glowing in Jimmy's coral-smooth armpits. And those frayed denims of his dropped another couple inches down around his ankles, too, revealing a couple of inches of Jimmy's clean hard cock.
Then two things happened that really got the show going. First, Bart ran his hands over the youngster's sucked-in tummy, pinching out the thin pale skin till Jimmy had nice red patches all down his bare belly. Then the man got hold of the two safety pins holding the kid's pants together and worked them loose.
The jeans fell down Jimmy's lean legs and rippled off his kicking feet. The kid's thin prick flipped up, smack against his pubes. His balls were already hugging him mighty tight, and it looked like the spunky lad was ready to sperm off right there and then, the way his pisslips bubbled out lube. The youngster looked over the men as they admired his naked body.
The sight of Jimmy totally stripped bare and stiff had some of the men grabbing their cocks. There were grunts and groans as they pulled pricks and started juicing up at the sight of him Then Bart held up the two safety pins, open and gleaming in the light, in each hand, in front of Jimmy's dreamy face. The little kid just stared out at the man as those sharp spears were held before him, his small cock snapping against his bald belly in quick beats. Then he turned his head around and up, stretching to reach for Bart's mouth with his own red lips. His blond hair flowed back over his shoulders as he kissed the man, their lips grinding together and their tongues sliding quickly over and around each other.
As they kissed, Bart looked down the boy, finding his targets. He brought the pins down at the side of each of Jimmy's pointed nipples and pushed. There was a gasp from the men as they saw the child's skinny chest pierced through with the pins. The points stabbed right in and under the tender skin, tearing through Jimmy with stinging pain.
The young blond's tongue went wild, stirring around in Bart's mouth as he was jabbed through his chest. His lean legs kind of stiffened and fluttered as he absorbed the awful pain.
The pins peaked out the kid's skin as they were shoved through under his tit-discs. Then they popped out, with swelling droplets of blood which streamed down the child. The bright red paths sneaked down over his hollowed belly and around his little cock, trickling into his bunched-up balls.
As they watched, the men saw the little blond quiver with the sweet pain, and he pulled up even more around Bart's thick neck to mash his soft lips against the man. As he strained up, his slender prick seemed to throb and the bullet head of it darken to a deep wet red. Then the kid shot his wad. Tremors shook him as he orgasmed with heaving strings of cream. He shot up over his head! The milky jism laced down over his silky hair and into their kissing faces. It ran down Jimmy's chest and mixed with his blood to form a oily pink stream that flowed all the way down his naked body to drip off between his clenching toes into the straw.
"Let's see ya fuck him!" came a voice as Jimmy's orgasm peeked out.
"Yeah, ram the little punk's tight shitter!"
"Really rape his ass off!"
Bart raised his head, breaking the deep kiss with Jimmy. "You got it, men. The squirt fucks like a mink!"
The man leaned over a bit, causing Jimmy to sway loose, his stiff little pisser still pulsing with cum. Bart opened his flannel shirt and let it flap wide, then dug his mammoth fucker out of his khaki pants, along with his fat hairy balls.
The men could see the mean club bob out between the blond child's dangling legs. Its ruddy size was quite a contrast to the boy's soft pink boner. It looked like a log the kid was sitting on. Ken felt a thrill, knowing that the man-cock was going to stab through his son's guts. He knew he'd be laying a line of jizz in the kid before too long, himself, and the thought of fucking Jimmy's tail with a squishy load already fucked in it, hell, that just made it all the better.
Bart grabbed his fucker just behind the head and ran the spongy-wet missile up Jimmy's asscleft. He felt the heat and moisture of the youngster's assbud against his cock as he leaned back.
The supple blond squirmed his bony hips around as he felt Bart's cock burrow up into his asshole. He was shaking with lust, just out of his mind to impale himself on that cocklog in front of all these men, to suck that fucker in and cum off with them watching his tight ass get raped raw.
Jimmy's dad could see the dark girth of Bart's cock sink up his son's twitching tail. He saw how far his boy's tiny buns had to spread to take that length of meat, and he rubbed his own swelling slab down the leg of his pants.
Bart gave his hips a snap and Jimmy's ass sunk right down over his cockshaft, the spasming ring of the little kid's asshole hugging the base of his fucker like a rubber gasket. Then he started fucking. Heaving pulvic thrusts mashed the child's guts with steamy force, shaking the kid down to his clenching toes. A sheen of oily sweat layered Jimmy's smooth body as his pelvis was hammered out and up with the force of the fuck. His lean little prick jerked around like a tiny flagpole in the wind, tossing off droplets of precum that dotted his belly and dripped down his lean flank.
"Fuck! fuck! fuck!" began a low chant in the sex-heated barn. "Fuck! fuck! fuck!"
And Bart just tunneled deep with each syllable, probing Jimmy's guts all the way up to his stabbed nipples, feelig the youngster alive and hot around his engorged cockflesh. Sweat beaded the curly-haired forehead of the man, and his fingers gripped tight into the kid's delicate pelvic wings, digging into the soft flesh around Jimmy's bobbing cock.
Turning his fair head again, Jimmy buried his face in Bart's neck, sucking and licking at the man's whiskered chin. Trickles of sweet sweat ran down from the youngster's stretched-tight armpits. His groin was bounced on Bart's cock till it looked like he was riding a wild bronco.
Then Jimmy spurted off! Jets of jism pumped out of his tummy-hugging prick and spewed young cum all over him. It flipped up one of the safety pins stabbing his tit with the forcce of the orgasmic jets. The creamy lines strung over his hairless body like a icing gun had gone crazy over a cake.
Damn, that looked good to his father, seeing his young son flop around and shoot his jism, his tender guts torn with the big man's rutting fucker.
Bart bellowed loud and deep, rattling Jimmy's bones with a series of sharp stabs through his raw buns. Then he blew his cum up the child. His thick asscheeks clenched with each gush of cum, and his swollen cock convulsed, erupting masses of spunk, filling the boy with warm, sticky manjuice.
Ken loved watching how Jimmy's tummy rippled as both the boy and man orgasmed minute after minute, dripping with sweat, blood and cum. He saw his boy slump as he finally spunked himself out, saw Jimmy's dreamy eyes blink and his swollen red hps drooling and licking at his own shoulder where a lacing of his jism had splattered down!
Bart quickly lifted the lightweight boy off his fucker. He grabbed behind Jimmy's skinny shoulders and bent him back with the boy's small feet planted flat on the ground. The youngster leaned back in the man's huge hands, his blond head shoved down between the man's thick thighs. Bart's swollen red fucker was streaked with brown smears, just a little less than rock-hard, bobbing over the boy's face. Going limp in the man's hands, Jimmy dropped his jaw and let Bart sink that fuck-hose between his raspberry lips.
The slimy nose of the cock rested just inside Jimmy's open mouth as Bart began pissing.
"Fill him up, man!" came a voice from the crowd.
"Shit, the little kid loves it! Look at him guzzle it down!"
Jimmy was taking Bart's load of piss all right, letting it splash his mouth full around his wiggling pink tongue, then swallowing the rich smelly stream down to his belly. Some of the yellow piss splashed back over his tiny white teeth before Bart shoveled his pisser in deeper. And the big man just kept on sliding his cockmeat over Jimmy's slick tongue, sinking in and pissing, too, till he'd rammed his cummy, shitty, pissing cockshaft right down Jimmy's gagging neck. Bart rested there, enjoying the relief of emptying his bladder straight down the child's tight throat, feeling his balls bounce over Jimmy's squinting eyes.
The kid was about unconscious with the thrill and lack of air. His arched-back body went red in blotches over his pale skin and his tiny balls pulled up tight. His finger-sized prick was solid and slimy and tapping his tight tummy.
Bart was still pissing when he worked his hands around the child and got his fingers on the pins spearing Jimmy's tits. He let the kid hold himself with his mouth on his cockroot, and grabbed the pins between thick thumbs and fingers. He began to torture the suffocating lad by twisting those piercing pins around. They corkscrewed the youngster's nipples and stretched the bleeding skin painfully.
Shit, thought Jimmy's father, he's going to twist those tits right off! He wanted to stop this-it had gone far enough. But at the same time he was excited, more excited than ever before in his life, seeing his own son fucked, stuck, tortured and choked on piss! Ken's cock leaped and leaked in his pants as he saw that his little boy was shaking with another violent orgasm!
Sure enough, the lean lad was soaking up the abuse and loving every bit of it. With his little fingers working into Bart's thighs, the kid was drowning in piss and shaking with pain-and squirting strong streams of cream out of his red-hot cock. Stronger than ever, his boy-cock shot wild, weaving lines of sweet jism, coating himself and spattering Bart's belly. Then his hands dropped down as he passed out, dangling loose behind him. His jerking little cock spouted a dozen more strings of jism as he sank into dreamy-sweet unconsciousness.
There were a dozen or more men ready right then and there to take the boy's ass or mouth and use them-use them like boy-hot men wanted, to fuck like bulls, tearing the youngster apart with their rutting fuckers and filling him with quarts of hot cum. They wanted that hairless hot little lad, wanted to rape him till the blood ran free and their balls ached with cumming.
CHAPTER NINE
The fun was just beginning. The crowd of men was getting restless, just watching the way Bart got his rocks off with little Jimmy. Their cum was boiling up in their balls and their fingers were getting itchy for boyass.
Bart was pleased with the mood of the men. He knew he'd have a barnfull of satisfied customers ready to line his wallet and please his boys. He tucked away his spit-slick cock and wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Then he held up his hands to the murmuring group of men.
"OK, OK, men. It's time for you to have some fun. The boys are ready for your attention, and Jed here will be performing in one of the private shows in the stables. I'll stay right here and auction off the ass of my little virgin nephew, for those that care to stay. The rest of you can head on to the bunkhouses and choose your action." Bart gave a winning smile, then added, "And remember to return with your money for more fun next week."
The murmur of male voices rose as the men decided on their action. They had time, and some of them had the money to enjoy the whole scene. Whether they had jism enough was another question. The chicken farm was geared up for action, and the boys were as spunky as stallions in springtime.
About a dozen men stayed for the auction, moving in to a tight circle as Jed rubbed his hands together. "Men, what I offer you is the willing ass of a child about to bust his brains out to get manfucked. He's a tender kid and ain't never had his ass touched except to wipe his shit. He's the son of my own dear sis, and he's a sweet little bundle for a man's hard love."
"Let's see the kid, Bart," said a man, holding his wallet in his sweaty hands.
"Come on out, Brandon," said Bart.
From the side came the child, his baby-blue eyes wide. He looked like a kid all ready for Christmas morning, impish and bright, walking up to his big uncle and standing eagerly before the group of horny men. The boyrlet them have a good gander at his boyish beauty.
"The kid's a dream, Bart!"
"Shit, I could fuck that little angel and never cum enough!"
Bart lowered his hand to cover Brandon's bare shoulder. Hell, the tyke was wearing just an inch-thin loin-cloth around his tiny hips, like he was still in diapers-but mighty sexy little diapers at that!
Bart liked the way the men were looking at his nephew, like they were going to pounce out and eat the little kid up with a single bite. "Ain't he a lovely little critter, though? And a boy after his uncle's heart-wild for sexing with his own kind. And you should feel him, men! He's so talcum-soft you'd swear the kid would bruise just at your touch!"
The men sure hardened up with the little boy swaying around in front of them like that, his face innocently evil with his wide brown eyes gleaming and a Mona Lisa smile on his cupid hps. He must have weighed maybe eighty pounds, and was marvelously miniature in all respects. His lingers and toes were hardly wrinkled at the knuckles, and he was without a blemish over his satiny, baby-pink skin. His little heart beat quickly through his delicate ribs.
Brandon was a delicate morsel, and a chance to pop his cherry was something any of these red-blooded brutes would be glad to pay for. They were sitting there stroking their pricks, just imagining what the kid's ass-sheath would feel like pulsing around their hard cocks.
Bart pulled the little squirt between his tree-trunk legs. The child's head just reached the man's belt buckle, and he weaved around there just as sexy as a baby whore, his hands toying around with his almost invisible nipples.
"What do I hear for the kid?" asked the boy's uncle.
"A hundred," said one man with a nod of his head.
"Two hundred."
"Three!"
And so it went, until Bart was seeing dollar signs twirl around in his brainpan. The price for Brandon's cherry ass got up to eight hundred dollars. "Do I hear nine? For an untouched bung? For my own flesh and blood?" The curly-haired man looked around anxiously. The little boy was squirming around on his little feet, just itching for the action on him to begin. His tiny titties were about rubbed raw and red from the rubbing he was giving himself. His skinny diaper was moist in front.
"One thousand!" said a biker, a rather wiry guy with a stubble of beard on his lean jaw.
Bart smiled. "My nephew's ass is yours, mister, for one thousand green ones!"
The man handed over the wad of money. The others could see his long, lean cock snaking down the length of his leather pants. Brandon's baby eyes were wide and curious, looking up at the tall man who was going to break in his guts.
"Look at that cock, Uncle Bart!" he said in a sweet, high soprano. "You gonna stick around and watch him fuck me?"
Bart looked to the biker. "OK with you if we watch?"
The lean biker flashed a sexy leer. "Sure, man. I kind of like an audience. Sure, you all stick around and watch me fuck the baby."
"You want me naked?" said Brandon, tugging at the thin strip of cloth around his middle.
The man held up his hand. "Hold on there, little 'un. I'm gonna shuck outta these pants here first. Then I'll strip ya bare."
"I can hardly wait!" Brandon was hopping around at the man's booted feet, looking so small beside the six-foot biker.
Slowly, the man stripped off his leather vest and shirt. He was lean and tight, not an ounce of fat on him. His chest was lightly haired and his belly was wash-board hard. He sat on a three-legged stool and spread his legs out toward the little kid.
"Give 'em a lick, kid," he said, real low and strong.
"Your boots?" asked Brandon, not understanding.
"Yeah, baby. Get your little pink tongue on my shitty boots and lick 'em clean."
The child looked up to his uncle with uncertainty.
Bart nodded his head, kind of liking the direction this was taking. "You do what he says, boy. He paid for action with you and you do as you're told."
"OK?" the tyke answered, kind of liking being the center of attention from these manly brutes, ready to try anything to please the men. Besides, the idea of playing around in the dirt was hardly unappealing to a little boy, anyway.
Brandon fell to his tummy in the straw and got his baby-face up to the man's huge boot. His tongue flicked out and he started slurping up the man's dirty leather. He twisted his head around and licked along the sides, where they were caked with filth, and then ran his slick tongue all over the top of the dusty leather. The man's boot began to shine with his spit. The kid's baby-buns twitched and clenched real cute as he worked his mouth over the guy's funky footwear.
The biker gently kicked at the child's face, moving him over to lick up his other boot. The only sound in the barn was Brandon's busy slurping tongue sliding over the man's shitty leather and swallowing down the stuff. He dug his tiny tummy around in the straw as he worked over the man's smelly shit-kickers.
"Now pull 'em off, baby," said the man with another kick to Brandon's chin, jerking the child's delicate head back.
Brandon got the sole of the boot planted over his belly. The heel rested on the child's knee, the toe up at his tummy button. The man ground it into the little kid's groin and Brandon gave a wince of pleasure. He reached as best he could around the boot and yanked. The boot popped off and Brandon fell back into the straw with a giggle.
The child tossed it aside and pulled the other boot off. Dried shit streaked his tender flesh, and there was a line of scratches over his tiny tummy. But there was a smile on his smeared lips!
"The socks, kid. Pull 'em off," said the biker. "With your teeth!"
Brandon hopped to it. Holding the man's stinking foot, he got his baby mouth over the smelly sock and pulled away at the stiff cotton over each wiggling toe. Then he got a good mouthful of the raunchy material between his jaws and pulled back, just like a kitten on a ball of yarn. He jerked his head around and pulled the filthy sock off the man's foot, chewing it over and spitting it out, then going for the other one.
When he got the man's feet stripped, the kid instinctively went to licking up the man's gnarled toes, sinking his tiny tongue between the biker's ripe toes and licking up the sweaty crud.
The biker closed his eyes with the wonderful sensations of a little boy's tongue-job on his smelly feet. A winsome smile stretched over his whiskered lips. It looked real strange and funky-that tiny child down there groveling in the straw, servicing the big man's sweaty feet.
Then the man planted his foot on Brandon's cute face, covering it, and kicked the kid over onto his back. He got up and shucked out of his leather pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock sprang out and up as he slid the leather down his slender legs. It was coming up hard, too, about ten inches, lean and mean. While the shaft was fairly thin, the head was a bulbous plum of a thing, dark purple and oozing juice from its cumslit. The man's balls were huge, each one about as big as one of Brandon's baby-buns. Sparse hair fanned out from the root of the man's fucker, thin but long.
Brandon looked at the man's cock, open-mouthed. A thin line of spit drooled from his dirt-smeared lips. "That's gonna fill my ass up, ain't it? You're gonna fuck all that cock up my guts, ain't ya?" He spoke like he was in a trance.
The biker didn't answer. Instead, he got down on his side beside the child. He began to stroke and caress the tiny boy, running the tips of his fingers down Brandon's delicate ribcage, around his pin-point tits, and over his tummy. It looked like the man was soothing a wild young animal.
And Brandon was purring like a kitten. He soaked up the soft strokes over his sensitive skin like a baby in a bubble bath. His tiny fingers and toes were working as the man toyed around at the base of his belly.
The biker caressed the child's thin legs. He even cupped Brandon's pinkish-red feet in his hand and gave them a gentle rub, running a finger between each of the child's inch-long toes. The boy was shining with a sheen of sweat by now, and there was some sweet dew collecting in secret places over his compact body.
The barn was silent except for heavy breathing and stroking.
The biker got the knot of Brandon's diaperlike garment between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a tug at the child's hips and it came loose. The little boy squirmed and the loincloth fell free, leaving him baby-naked.
"Now ain't he a little cutie?" chuckled one of the other men. "His little pisser's about the size of a thimble!"
Brandon was small. But hell, the kid was barely out of the cradle. His cock was a hard jut of flesh, stuck about an inch and a half out of his soft tummy. It looked like a pink rifle bullet. His ballbag was a smooth little half-moon of shiny sac-skin around the base.
But the kid was aroused. The biker kind of tweaked the little prick and it vibrated stiffly, even leaking out a little slimy moisture around the pen-sized head of it. The child liked having his pisser pawed. He giggled real juicy as he writhed around, humping up his pelvis to the biker's huge hand.
He got the touch he wanted. The biker toyed around with Brandon's tiny ballbag. He rubbed the peanut-sized nuts around in the balls of his fingers, squeezing and twisting them till the child was gurgling and thrashing around with joy and pain. A soft red blush spread over the little kid as his ballbag was ground around in the biker's vise-like hand.
"Oooooh, feels so good!" he cooed. "Feels nice having a man mess around with my berries! Really squeezing them down hard, too!"
"You like that, baby?"
"Yeah! Makes me feel warm all over." Then he looked the man in the eye, his lips red and mouth hanging open. "You gonna fuck me now?"
"Yep."
Brandon giggled again, rubbing his tummy. A thin line of piss squirted out of his tiny cock. It shot straight up, almost a foot, and splashed down all over his writhing body. "I can't help it," he said, about choking. "You're getting me so excited I just couldn't help it. Couldn't hold my pee!"
The biker grinned and rubbed his big palm over the child's piss-slick belly, spreading the warm prick-water over Brandon's smooth chest and down his twitching thighs. The child kept on sending up a thin fountain of baby-piss till he was soaked in it, glowing warmly as the man spread the stinky stuff all over him. It dripped off his hair and ears, soaking into the straw beneath him.
The little boy's piss dwindled down.
"On your belly!" said the man, and Brandon flopped over and spread his arms and legs wide.
The man felt up the kid again, this time paying special attention to Brandon's tiny buns. The kid's ass was a mere handful, a smooth curve of firm baby-fat bubbled out a the base of his slim back. The slit down the buns was glowing warmly pink. The biker snuck his fingers down the crack of the child's raw ass and felt the incredible silky warmth of Brandon's ass cherry.
The boy sighed as he felt his tiny asspucker touched. He scissored his legs even wider and whipped his hips around a bit. The sensations were wonderful. The man's callused fingers teased the child's tender asslips and had the boy hungry for more. Brandon felt his asshole flowering open so the tender inner membranes could get touched by the man's caress.
The biker's cock throbbed and leaked lube the more he fondled the little kid. It reached from the boy's knee to his ass as the man lay on his side over the child. The man worked a finger around the eager little bud of the kid and pushed. He wasn't surprised when the finger slid right up Brandon's tiny tail. Kids that young had assrings that were pretty elastic, he knew from experience. They'd take a fucking that an older kid might squirm around a bit with. At least, for the first few inches, anyway.
The other men watched as the biker shoved his finger up between the kid's orange-sized buns. It spindled up the kid to the third knuckle, then he twisted around and played within Brandon's juicy guts.
The kid loved it! He buried his face in his hands, sucking in his breath, and thrashed around with the tickle up his tummy the finger-fucking was giving him. Tiny grunts of joy bubbled out of him as the man massaged his immaure prostate with his sure grip. And Brandon's baby toes curled under till they clawed into his soles with the thrill of a squirming finger up his guts.
The man pulled his finger out of the child. He smoothly got on his knees and straddled Brandon's legs. The little boy looked so frail and puny under him, like a tiny doll flung to the floor between his powerful legs. The biker's cock sprang to complete erection over the child, dripping down lube over Brandon's smooth back between his delicate shoulder blades.
The men knew there was a super fuck coming. Bart anticipated it with a powerful thrill, eager to see his nephew get his ass raped right under his nose. He watched the biker position his thick-crowned fucker as he jacked his own cock in his pants. He'd fuck the kid plenty after he'd had his cherry plucked, he thought.
The man's hot cock spread Brandon's asscheeks and nudged into his shit-hole. The child jumped like he'd been stung with an electric prod.
"It's too big!" he whined suddenly. "It ain't gonna fit up my tiny tail! I don't think I can take it!"
The biker didn't even answer. He knew the kid was just going through the same sort of fit most virgins did-that moment of panic before they were speared the first time. Hell, it only made the man all the hotter, having the child scream and twitch around like that. He held Brandon tight with his hands around the boy's hips, his thumbs and fingers overlapping around the small boy, and gave a push of his hips that sent his cock into the kid.
"Eeeeeeeeeiiiooow!" screamed Brandon. An aching heat seared his ass. A pressure built up and popped like a boil in his guts.
The biker tunneled in. Inch after smooth inch of hard cock sunk into the child's baby-butt as Brandon went into a howling fit. He burned rosy-hot and glowed with sex-sweat as the biker worked the full girth of his fucker up into his gut. The little boy dug his fingers into the dirt and pushed back, trying to get stuck full of man-cock. God, how he wanted it!
The sinewy biker wedged in until he pushed the kid sliding over the straw with his brutal lust. That fucker of his was going to come to rest at the child's neck if he rutted it all up him!
And that's what he did. As his uncle watched with increasing lust, the boy was wedged to the hilt on the biker's long cock. It looked so weird, the thick base of the man's fucker sunk into the little boy's twitching tail, like a thick hose stuck up between his buns.
The youngster began to calm down a bit, breathing in gasps. And the biker began to fuck. He rocked back and forth over Brandon, sliding his cock out of the child until just the flare of his cockhead impaled the boy. Then he rutted forward, smooth as a greased piston, and filled the kid's guts with rock-hard fucker just as deep as he could plow it. Over and over, he ground his cock in and out, feeling the child's gripping asswalls grab and milk the length of his shaft, and the slick ring of Brandon's ass squeeze down along his cock.
The boy was getting into it, too. He wanted the fuck, and he was glad he got it now. A wonderful fullness warmed his guts as he felt the man plow him to the hilt. And a tantalizing sucking sensation tingled through him as the cock was pulled out along his sensitive ass. He felt like pissing again, a strange and wonderful ache pulsing in the pit of his stomach.
The biker was getting more force into his thrusts. He was also losing his steady in and out rhythm and was beginning to fuck the kid with erratic jabs of hard cock shaking the child and scooting him around on his tummy over the dirt floor. Then the man fell forward over the little kid, his hips snapping as he fucked like a bull into the child's raw ass.
Brandon disappeared under the man! Bart could hear little gasps coming from his nephew, and could see just his tiny pink feet sticking out between the biker's clenching thighs. The boy's toes were grabbing air in quick convulsions as his babyass was raped with increasing passion. Gut-busting pelvic thrusts slammed down onto the child, producing a wet slap and a squish. An explosion of air was punched from his lungs as the biker raped the kid raw with his swelling fuck-meat.
The men watching had their cocks out, jacking like crazy as they watched the kid get his first taste of a man up his ass. Bart's mean fucker was hanging out of his pants, too, and he didn't even remember pulling it out!
The biker was humping like crazy, feeling the child's slick asswalls hugging his cock and throbbing around his buried shaft. He was dripping with sweat, it was running off him and dripping onto Brandon, now buried under him. It made him kind of slippery over the child's smooth back, and just made the fuck all the better.
Then the man went into a series of blurring hip-thrusts that just punched the air out of the child. The biker went stiff as a board over the boy, lifting up on his hands like he was doing push-ups. His firm buns clenched and he shot!
His jaw dropped and he howled with each recoiling rocket of cum-thrust up the youngster's guts. Over and over, his fuck-shaft swelled with an eruption of jism that shot deep into the boy and filled him with his first bellyful of manfuck. He clenched his tiny fists and went brain-crazy with the thrill of having a spunking cock buried in his belly, pumping out its stuff in flooding waves.
One after the other, the men around the fuckers came off. Ropes of pearly jism plopped over the man and boy, bathing them in a hot shower that just kept on flowing. Bart added his spunk to the scene, jutting out his hairy groin and letting the jism fly in strong streams over the biker's taut back. It flowed down and dripped onto his nephew as the boy wallowed around in the pissy dirt.
The barn was rich with the smell of mansweat and jism as the biker slowed his fuck-strokes up Brandon's red-rubbed buns. His tight muscles finally relaxed and his body sank over the child, his cock still thickly spindled. Then he drew it out between Brandon's sweaty soft buns. It popped free of the youngster's asshole, gleaming with assmucus and bright pink virginal blood.
Brandon rubbed his asscheeks around in the muddy straw, feeling the warm afterglow of his first deep-dicking. Then he lifted his head and twisted around to look up to his uncle.
"I'm ready to take your cock, Uncle Bart," he said with an evil grin. He turned to face the other men. "And yours too, all of you," he said in his childish voice, twitching his baby buns and wiping away a trail of snot.
CHAPTER TEN
As man after man fucked Brandon's no-longer-cherry asshole, Jed had a group of men in the stable, ready to enjoy a different show.
"I want you guys to see a real special boy in action, men," he said. "This is a little Mex that I broke in myself when the sheriff first dropped him off at our ranch here. And the Chicano lad has been a quick learner, as you will see."
"Bring him on, Jed!"
"Let's see this action, man. I got a boner that's about to break off!"
Jed grinned and whistled. "Here he is, men-Mario!"
The stable doors slid open and the sultry young boy rode in on a sleek brown mare. He was bare-ass naked, and a little browner all over from his exposure to the sun at the ranch. He hadn't worn a stitch on him since the balding man broke in his small ass. He found he liked getting fucked just fine. He liked the sting of pain, too.
Mario kind of slouched on the feisty mare, bareback. The smooth curve of the animal's back cupped his tight little asscheeks nicely. Streaks of drying cum ran diagonally down the flank of the mare, as though the boy had spunked off while galloping over the ranchland.
"The kid's got a meaty boner on him, Jed," said one of the men admiringly.
"Nice little ass, too. I like that-big cock and small ass!" grunted another.
"He always hard like that, Jed?" asked a third.
"Yep, you know how young boys are-they spurt out their cream and they're ready for more, only harder."
Mario trotted around the stable, letting the men ogle his tan good looks, and his waving hard cock. The length of his smooth shaft gleamed in the lantern-light, and his whole hairless body seemed warmly oiled. Ever since Jed had yanked his cockhair out, the kid had kept himself smooth.
As the mare cantered around in the straw around the men, they turned to look at the youngster from all angles. They liked the way Mario's tight little buns bounced tight on the mare's back, the way his thick glossy hair fell down his slender neck and over his moody eyes.
Then the boy led the horse right in front of the men, sideways, and pulled back on the reins. The horse reared up on its hind legs, kicking out its front legs and letting out a whinny. The boy tossed his head back and humped his buns in sharp bounces. The sinews in his thin neck stood out and his belly sucked in hard. Sperm-strings shot up from Mario's stiff prick and showered down over him and the mare.
Warm, steamy strings of cum laced the kid as he shot spurt after spurt, bringing the mare up to her rear feet again and again. Trickles of his balljuice ran down the horse's quivering sides as the boy orgasmed in front of the customers.
"Nice cum, Jed," said one of the men.
The balding man went to a stable and pulled out a coil of rope. "Hell, the kid's just warming up, men. You ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Jed tossed one end of the rope over the rafters. It dangled down in front of the cummy teen's dreamy face.
With a thrill in their balls, the men saw that it was a noose. It was a neat job, the circle just big enough for the youngster's head and coils tight around the base of it. The other end of the rope hung at about the same level. It was tied with two rings at the end. They were for the boy's wrists.
"We're gonna have an old-fashioned hangin' here, men." said Jed. "This little Chicano outlaw here, is gonna have to pay the price of struttin' his stuff around here in white man's territory. We just can't have this dark-skinned queerboy walking around with his ass out and spraying his spunk all over the place!"
"Hang him!" yelled one man, getting into the spirit.
"String him up!"
Jed was pleased with the act they'd cooked up. So was Mario. The boy's brown balls were pulled up tight to the base of his sharply angled cock. He got off on having men see him suffer. Then, hell, they'd just fuck his ass all the harder.
The action was like it was in slow-motion. It was something from a private fantasy, yet here was a kid facing the noose, stark naked and prick-stiff, ready to hang himself for their pleasure.
Mario reached for the noose and worked it down over his head, adjusting the kot at the side of his slender neck. Then he looked around at the men, letting them drink in the sight of a boy punked bare-ass down on a horse with a rope around his throat. Then he reached down around at the base of his back and worked his hands through the two rings, binding his hands tight behind him.
There was a buzzing silence. A trickle of sweat ran from under the youngster's arm and down his side. His asscheeks clenched tight two or three times.
Then Mario lifted his knees and gave the horse a kick. The mare leaped forward. The naked boy fell free, dangling in the rope. The noose yanked his neck out to the side and his hands were bound tight at the base of his spine. His mouth fell open. His cock jerked up against his belly in quick spasms and his knees pumped up. Jism erupted from his prick in powerful jets, each one stronger than the last as the boy hung j trembling and swaying from the rafters.
There were a couple spontaneous orgasms from the men watching, their cocks spouting off in their pants just watching the lean brown boy pump out his spunk as his scrawny neck was strangled with the rough rope. The heady incense of cum and sweat filled the stable, mixed with the other rich animal odors.
Mario's eyes seemed to glaze over as his jism dwindled down. His knees dropped. He hung limp in the ropes, with just a twitch of his foot, flicking a line of ball-cream off between his toes.
The kid hadn't snapped his neck, though. He and Jed had practiced this routine, and the boy knew how to hold himself to keep his spine from getting cracked. But the boy's air was cut off, and he was getting wonderfully light-headed with the lack of oxygen. His cummy cock remained stiff as a dagger, tapping against his sucked-in belly as he swayed from the rafters.
Jed snapped out the whip he'd used on the boy to break his ass in earlier. He handed it to the first man. "Two lashes each, men, before the kid passes out. The first man to get the boy to cum off has his ass first. Go ahead, man," Jed said to the guy holding the lash. "Give it to him. He'll last a while."
The man sucked in his breath and swung the whip at Mario's vulnerable nudity. The crack of the whip exploded in the air and the slap of it against the boy made them all jump! Mario convulsed as he hung there, feeling the sting of leather flat across his belly. A dark red welt rose over his hollowed tummy.
The man swung again, lashing across the kid's balls. The nut-brown balls hardly jiggled with the torture, they were hugged up so tight, but they moved around in their smooth sacs with the excitement of the pain.
The next man took up the horsewhip. He snapped Mario's nuts and lashed the boy's rock- hard prick. The kid's heavy cock was whipped a dusky crimson and coated with slime.
The next man took on the youngster's small ass. He criss-crossed the boy's lovely little buns with a couple of hot strokes.
Mario was twitching with the ecstasy of mind-bursting stings of pain. He was mighty dreamy with the noose choking off his air, and the bite of the whip was like a shower of sexy kisses over his bare body. He felt kind of like he was cumming all the time, like his berries were cooking off a load of cream with each stroke of the whip. He was goig to erupt, all right, if the men kept on beating him bloody like that.
The whip was on its third round. Jed could see that the Chicano lad was about blacking out, his lips swelling up and his heart pounding in his ribs and up through the stalk of his steely boner. He knew that with the right hit of blazing pain, the boy was going to shower them with jism.
Swat! The leather lash landed on Mario's raw ass, whipping right up between his dangling legs!
That did it! A violent shudder shook the youngster from head to toe and his legs spread and lifted. His eyelids drooped as the whites showed between the dreamy slits. The kid shot off! The boy quivered and shook his orgasm out through his cumtube, his boyish spunk mixed with the streams of blood whipped out of him and ran in oily streams down his fit-shaken body.
It was the most powerfully erotic scene the men had ever witnessed. Jed quickly sliced through the rope with a hunting knife from his belt. Mario fell and crumpled down to the straw, his brown cock still pissing out jism. There was a smarting rope-burn around his slender neck.
"Fuck him!" the man barked.
The man who'd whipped the spunk out of the kid ripped open his jeans and freed his pounding fucker. He got down on his knees and rolled the Chicano child onto his back and lifted the kid's legs like he was pulling a baby from the womb. He grabbed his cockshaft in his other hand and got the head of his fat prick up to Mario's puckering asslips.
With a single, brutal plunge, the man worked his cock into the lad, fucking to the hilt with a massive shove. He gasped as he felt the boy ripple his asswalls with the deep penetration. Mario was slick and steamy inside. Then the man fucked the young boy like a mad bull. He slammed his pelvis into Mario's tight buns with a jackhammer urgency, sweat pouring off his muscled shoulders.
Twenty or thirty strokes and the guy was cooking. He whipped back his head, sending off a shower of sweat from his greasy hair, and he fucked out hot cum. Hot, heavy, heaving floods of cum. Enough to fill the boy's belly. And Mario was coming around enough to get a high on having his asshole wedged and creamed. He gasped and shot off right along with the man fucking his buns. He spurted off right over his head with the first creamy string, then sprayed his face with a couple of long wads, the arching jets petering out down his heaving belly.
The next couple of men had talked it over. Neither of them could hold their spunk for long, so they decided to double-dick the kid.
The first man screwed into Mario in the same position, with the boy laid out on his back. Then he pulled the lightweight youngster up with a hand in each of the boy's sweaty armpits.
When he got the groggy, cum-soaked boy totally impaled and perched up on his hairy groin, the other guy knee-walked up between his legs, his salami-sized cock gripped in his fist. With his other hand, he worked a couple of thick fingers up along the already buried cock and stretched out the boy's assring.
Mario groaned and swayed, his thin prick jerking.
The man nosed his oozing cockhead up under the boy's painfully distended asshole and heaved up with his hips.
Mario screamed! But he just sat there, taking it. A giant cock slid up his guts right alongside the one already plugging his belly. His pelvic wings parted and some tissues tore as the men fucked the youngster's gut full. And they really worked, too, writhing around and rutting their fuckers like wildmen.
Mario was thrashed around like a puppet with the intensity of the fuck. The man in the rear reached around and started to work on the boy's brown nipples as he plowed the boy's small ass. He pinched and twisted and rubbed the tits raw. His breath was hot on the boy's cheek as he fucked and punished the kid.
"Fuck the queerboy! Fuck the Mexican queerboy!" he said over and over, in a hoarse whisper, his whiskers burning over Mario's smooth tan cheek.
The bundle of fucking flesh thrashed around for minutes, mancocks squishing and fisting into boyass-then they froze. A heavy silence filled the stable. Then there was an explosion of cum from all three. It was like a single, vast orgasm. Both men went stiff and Mario just surrendered to the building ball of cum throbbing through his guts. The men watching could see the cockroots pumping out their spunk between the boy's gripping buns. And they saw the high fountain of jism-jets that Mario's lean prick spat up.
When those two fuckers had drained their balls up the boy, there was just one guy left. The poor fellow had already cum off once when he saw Mario get hanged. Now he just stood kind of dumbly over the sprawled-out spermy boy, looking down. He went kind of sway-back with his eight-inch fucker sticking straight out over the tanned youngster. He let his cum fly. He didn't even touch himself, just plowed out ropes of thick, sticky jism all over Mario's slender, fucked-out body as the kid's swollen lips spread in an evil grin under the heavy shower of spunk.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
All this time, Ken was in search of his wonderfully sexy little son. He was quivering with excitement. Hell, he never knew he would be in such a frenzy over his own son's smooth little ass. But there was no denying it-once the desire was hatched out by that cute kid with the scummy little cap, it just took wings and sent him flying to Jimmy's supple blond body.
The man checked out cabin after cabin. He eased open the door to one and watched Sonny in action on a small bed. The tall black kid was up on his knees and stripped down to his glossy dark skin. A white cock was wedged up between his firm buns and shagging around up his gut. A massive black salami of a cock was crammed down Sonny's thick lips and sinking right to its owner's cockhair with each powerful slide. The man had Sonny's almost bald head wrapped in his hands and was fucking the boy's face at a frantic pace.
Ken looked between Sonny's gleaming legs. He took a quick intake of air when he saw the boy's manly fucker bouncing around and pissing out gobs of milky jism. It spattered over the covers in hard shots as the kid took the men up his tail and down his rippling neck.
Ken went on. The night was warm and there was a feverish throb in the man's head. He had to find his own wonderful little boy and fuck his guts raw! That, or just go out of his mind.
"More! Give it to me! Come on, whip my ass bloody!"
It was a young boy's high-pitched scream of lust. It was Jimmy! Ken trotted to the cabin where the scream came from and pushed open the door.
There were two men hovering over the naked, bound body of his kid son, beating the shit out of him. Jimmy lay over the bed, belly down, with his wrists and ankles bound together and tied to the bedposts. The men were lashing at his bare ass and back with their belts. His son's beautiful boyish buns were smeared bright red with his blood and Jimmy was writhing around under the pain-blows and groaning with bliss.
"Keep whipping, men. Lash into me till I cum! Please!"
Ken's cock was aching hard. He was powerfully excited by seeing his son taking to the torture. The boy was already slick with sweat, and it looked like the bed under his belly was wet with cum and piss.
"Join the fun, fellow," said one of the men whipping into his son. "We already fucked the kid a couple times. But he's into getting his buns and balls lashed, too." And he smacked the leather down over Jimmy's bare body, making the youngster jump!
"Come on, take your belt off and give it to him," said the other guy. "We're about to take on those other two, anyway." The man motioned to the far side of the cabin.
Ken looked, and there were the twins, Randy and Sandy, bare-assed and prick-stiff, both of the scampy kids wrapped up in a sixty-nine boy-ball. Their cute faces were nuzzled into each other's steamy asscracks, eating out their shit-holes like crazy, cleaning them out and warming them up for the men's plunging pricks. They slid around in each other's grasp, slippery with their own clear cum and fucklube filming their smooth bodies.
The two men working over Jimmy stopped, their chests heaving with the work of whacking over the youngster.
"Let's get the twins," said one.
"You got it," said the other.
With a start, Ken realized that the two men were also twins. They were in their late twenties, both stocky and crew-cut, and identical in their masculine good looks. Hell, twin men fucking twin boys. That was a new one, thought Ken.
"The kid on the bed's all yours, man," said the first twin, shucking his pants and pulling a short fat cock into view.
The other man did the same, with the same-sized cock. They went to Randy and Sandy and parted the balled-up children. The boys' cute faces were bright as puppy-dogs' and wet with shitty mucus.
"Fuck us!" they screamed.
The men were hot after fucking and whipping little Jimmy. They slapped the twins down on the bed on their bellies, their twig-thin legs hanging down off the mattress. Then they heaved their fuckers hard between the children's tight little buns. Randy and Sandy screamed with joy!
"Whip me, man. I gotta cum!" whined Jimmy, weaving around on the bed.
Ken approached the side of the bed and gazed down at his son. There were nice streaks of red over his hairless nude body. He saw that Jimmy had a leather band around his head, his damp blond hair hunched up around it.
"Turn over!" he said in a low voice.
Jimmy struggled to flip onto his back, the cords twisting around his wrists and ankles. He did it, and waited for new stings to hit his bare balls, to lash his lean cock and bloody up his belly. Slick cum glossed over him up to his speared tits and down between his legs.
"Give it to me, man. You're a new one, ain't ya? You got a good swing, huh? You gonna whip the jism outta me?"
The child's high voice was thrilling to his father. Jimmy couldn't see him with his eyes wrapped in the black leather band. Ken wanted to cum right there, at the sight of his sexy boy. He sucked in his breath deep and tried to calm down.
Ken sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his son's cummy tummy. It was like a passion-dam had broken open! It was the first time he had ever touched his son sexually, and he loved it! He loved feeling Jimmy's excited breathing under the sweaty palm of his hand.
"Ain't ya gonna whip my balls?" asked the kid quietly.
Ken didn't answer. He ran his fingers around in the goo over his son's slick pubes. Then he felt into the crease beside the boy's bald ballsac, rubbing down into Jimmy's steamy assfurrow and along the soft insides of his lean legs. Blood, sweat and jism mushed around as he felt the boy's sweet crotch, a tempting area he'd never dared explore before. His son's prick pulsed with each beat of the youngster's heart. A thin filament of precum strung down from the rosy little cockhead.
With a sudden, overwhelming urge, Ken grabbed his son's tender pink eggsac and mashed it in his fist.
Jimmy arched up tight as a mainspring, a scream of agony ripped from his lungs. He bridged up high, trembling with the sheer pain hitting his ballbag and flooding out through his guts.
Ken ground his teeth and kept the pressure on his son's small berries, squeezing them till his knuckles went white.
Then Jimmy gasped and spurted his jism. The kid had the spunk mashed right out of his balls! Violent jets of sweet cream pissed from his hairless cock, splashing into his blond hair, clinging damply over his skull. Over and over, the pulsing strings spat from his pisslips and showered him in his balljuice.
Ken felt his own balls boiling with cum as he watched his son cum off. Steamy vapors of jism and sweat cooked off the young boy's writhing body. Even as Jimmy continued to orgasm, the man grabbed the leather band around his son's blond head and yanked it off.
Jimmy's pretty blue eyes about popped. His smooth chin fell and a wad of his own jism arced down between his hps and laced his pink tongue. It took the youngster a couple seconds to focus.
"Daddy! Daddy! I've been dreaming about you! Daddy, I want you so bad!"
"And I want you, Jimmy!" gasped Ken, falling to embrace his bound son. He rubbed his cheek over Jimmy's, licking along the line of the child's jaw. Then he moved his lips over Jimmy's smooth face. Their hps met and they kissed deeply, passionately, their tongues swirling around, father's and son's, and their lips mashed together.
"Untie me!" squealed the child when they broke their long kiss. "Untie me and let's go down by the creek. I've dreamed of you spanking me, Daddy, or fucking my ass! Will you, please!"
* * *
Ken followed his young son down to the creek, the child carrying a lantern ahead of him. The man loved looking over Jimmy's lean boyish legs prancing ahead of him, his small dirty-soled feet gliding over the forest floor and his firm buns balling up with each step. The kid was made for a man's love, he thought, wondering why he'd never noticed that before, that delicious slit, moist pink, of his young son's ass.
The supple blond led his father to a small creek with a mossy bank beside it. Jimmy set down the lantern and flopped onto his back, spreading his arms and legs wide. "I'm yours!" he said in his thrilling soprano. "I'm daddy's boy, from head to toe!"
"And you're a beauty, too, Jimmy," said Ken, stripping off his clothes. "I'm going to make upjfor all those times I ignored you, son. Believe me, I'm never going to think of you as a snot-nosed nuisance again. Not while I can fuck that pretty little ass of yours, I won't!"
Jimmy leaped to his feet and fell into his father's arms just as Ken kicked his shorts off his feet. Father and son hugged tightly, the man's column of hard cock up snug between Jimmy's ribs. Ken bent his head down and ran his lips over his son's silky hair, damp with sweat and cumstrings. The boy smelled and tasted funky and lusty! Ken's fingers ran up and down the boy's slender back, then down to his velvety asscrack.
The mature male, muscled and hairy, hugged the pubescent boy, soft, pink and hairless in a timeless cameo of passion, there in the woods. Jimmy bent his head up and met his father's hps and again they kissed, wet and deep.
They were so damned excited, they didn't even realize how close to cumming they both were. But as Jimmy felt his father sink a finger up his sperm-slick tail, the boy shuddered and orgasmed. He just surrendered his spunk in his father's powerful arms.
And as his son's tongue fluttered and swirled around in his mouth, Ken humped his steely cock over Jimmy's smooth chest and came off. His cum pumped up between them, spattering under their chins and down their rubbing rubbed-hard nipples.
Jimmy's load sputtered between his father's legs and plopped onto the mossy ground in long, creamy strings.
In a moment, Ken lowered them both to the ground, moving his skinny son around so the boy sat between his legs, his bony shoulders leaning against his father's hairy chest. They both sighed with the incredible pleasure of spunking off with each other. They were both very happy, father and son, finding joy in each other in such a free and sexy explosion of lust.
Ken toyed around with the safety pins still stabbing Jimmy's reddish-brown nipples. He pulled on one of them, stretching and tearing the kid's tit-disc painfully, and the child made a purring sound as he felt his flesh abused. Ken popped the pin open and drew the shaft of the pin out of Jimmy's chest. Fresh dots of blood trickled down the kid's skinny chest. The man scooped up some of the blood on his fingers and put them to his mouth. He tasted his son's warm blood and his balls buzzed!
Without a word, Jimmy reached back for his father's hand, still holding the open pin. He guided Ken's hand, still holding the spear down to his balls, gently holding it there.
Ken's mind swirled with flashing passion. His son wanted him to stab his balls.
Jimmy turned his face around and up, looking like a little blond angel. "Do it!" he whispered. "Skewer my nuts, Daddy!"
The man didn't think. Hell, he couldn't think with his sexy little son naked and begging for it between his legs like that! He shoved the pin right into the smooth skin of Jimmy's plump little balls!
The boy convulsed and vibrated against him, his legs and arms twitching around like a fish on a spear. He sucked in his tummy till his pelvis and ribcage stood out sharply. His little pisser jerked hard against his belly. Then he erupted into orgasm! Quick licks of jism leaped from his prick and rocketed high. Wads of silvery cum landed all over man and boy as the kid got off on the sting to his spermsac.
Ken slid his still-stiff fucker over his child's spine as the boy quivered with orgasm against him. He looked over into the creek and spotted a log across the water, almost under the surface, and his mind leaped to a wild idea.
He got to his feet, pulling up his still-spunking son with an arm under the boy's belly. Hanging limply and dripping with jism, Jimmy was taken into the water and thrown belly-down over the rough bark of the half-submerged log. His feet dangled in the water over one side and his head sank beneath the surface on the other.
Ken was knee-deep in the water. He stood between his son's thin legs and stared down at the child's ass. In the dim light of the lantern, he saw Jimmy's puckered asshole for the first time. Slimy spunk oozed around the sore ring of his son's rosy shitter. It was the moment they'd both dreamed of-he was going to sink his solid cock into his son's guts and fuck him.
And Jimmy was drowning, too! That was a nice extra touch, having his kid go into suffocating convulsions around his impaling cock while he got off his load! Ken eased the head of his manly cock forward, sinking it between the hugging cheeks of Jimmy's small ass.
Already the youngster was sputtering and shaking, with bubbles popping up around his flowing blond hair. His asshole was working on his daddy's nosing fucker, too, nipping at it and teasing the man right into his guts.
Ken leaned in, watching inch after inch of his veined cock journey through his son's tight and clinging assring. He gasped at the marvelous warmth and moistness within his son's guts. He kept plowing in, too, until his balls nestled tightly within the slit of Jimmy's smooth ass.
Then Ken fell forward, covering his son, working his hips around over the child's lean buns. He grabbed a handful of Jimmy's wet golden hair and yanked the boy's head up out of the water.
Jimmy coughed and sputtered, water dripping from his cute button nose and his open red lips. "Great fuck, daddy!" he gasped. "Go ahead and ram my ass off! And let me drown, if ya want. I get off on heavy erotic action, Daddy! Hell, just do whatever you want with me." H elooked with glazed eyes right into Ken's lusty face. "Let me go under till I pass out and spunk off with you cumming up my guts!"
"You're going to get a frantic fuck, son!" Ken leered. "I've been waiting some time to cram my fucker into your sweet ass!"
"Do it! Your cock feels so good up my tummy!" the kid managed to spit out before Ken released his grip and let the boy's head fall back under the water.
The man pressed his palms against the rough wood of the log and raised himself up. He ar- ched back, digging his toes into the soft creek-bed, and rammed his fucker into Jimmy's slick ass. He was fucking his son! The scampy little squirt who used to be a brat! And now he was inside his young son's tight, moist hot asshole, his spunk building to a violent crescendo. Jimmy was willing to just die for his daddy's fuck-load.
His fuck-thrusts ripped into the child's clinging ass-walls and prodded Jimmy's insides with brutal lust. The boy was drifting to dreamland with the last of his air bubbling up. His nutty little prostate was getting hammered so goddamn hard that he would have screamed with joy if he had the lungs to do it. A wonderfully full ache swelled in his tummy and traveled through every tingling nerve in his drowning body.
With his balls getting rubbed raw over the log, Jimmy went into a fit of charging sensations. Then bang! He spasmed into an orgasm that ripped through him like a flash of lightning. His daddy's cock sank deep up into his guts and seemed to punch out spurts of passion from the boy. Cum-wads bobbed to the surface around Jimmy's skinny hips and floated away on the slow current.
Ken jack-hammered his son's asshole as he felt the boy's shitter clenching at his cock. The kid was twitching and a rosy red spread up his lean back to the base of his blond-haired neck. And Jimmy just let it happen, he didn't even try to raise his head and take in air. The spunky lad was willing to die for his daddy to get off up his buns!
Realizing that, and seeing the perfect beauty of Jimmy's hairless body laid out there for his sexual lust, the man crammed in deep, kind of twisting his hips to impale the boy to the last millimeter. Water sprayed up as he slapped his groin hard into Jimmy's crimson asscheeks.
That did it! Ken fell forward, engulfing Jimmy, slamming the boy hard into the log. And the man came! His hips snapped and jerked and his asscheeks clenched tight with each gush of cum he shot into his young son's asshole. He clawed at the boy as he came, and sank his teeth into the boy's slender neck, biting till he broke the youngster's tender skin.
Ken orgasmed like a wild animal, and Jimmy was only dimly aware of it all. His abused little prick was spitting out one creamy load after another as he felt his father feed him full with his fuckjuice. Then the kid drifted out, going limp.
Ken kept working his swollen cock around in Jimmy's guts till every drop of cum had pumped out his rock-hard fucker. He went from chewing on his son to licking around the boy's small pink ear, groaning and mumbling as his orgasm ebbed. "Sweet boy," he whispered. "Daddy's little whoreboy. Tight ass for daddy. My cum-load's up your tight little ass, Son. God, I'm going to fuck you forever!"
Later, as Jimmy gasped in air, Ken marveled once again how boyishly slender and sensual his little boy was, his blond hair dripping wet and clinging around his cute face. And the boy's small cock was up and his smooth balls were tight!
And Jimmy was in heaven. "You going to take me home with you, Daddy? I want to be with you, just you and me."
"Just you and me, Jimmy," smiled Ken, his own large cock taking on starch once again. "And maybe a friend every once in a while for some interesting three-way action." Ken was thinking of Petey. And there would be others, too.
"Sounds great!" grinned the youngster. "Whippin' and fuckin' and pissin' and shit-tin'-hell, Daddy. We're gonna have some fun!"
