SLEEPOVER AT MICKEY'S

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Johnny Doyle sat in class daydreaming.� His reverie of fun times with his old pal Nick was rudely disrupted by the sound of a ruler slapping down hard on his desk.�� �Johnny. Johnny Doyle!� I asked you a question!� the old battle ax fussed.

Mrs. Battle (not so affectionately known to her students as Battle Axe) was a no-nonsense, old school teacher who knew how to control an unruly bunch of fourth graders.�� Johnny was terrified of her as it was and he didn�t have a clue to as to question, much less the answer.

�I�ll ask you again, Johnny.� Sixty four divided by eight equals��

In a near panic, he blurted out, �Seven?�� The whole class broke out in sniggering.� Johnny felt stupid, really stupid.�

Ignoring the sniggering of his peers, his teacher corrected, �No� Sixty four divided by eight equals eight.�� At that moment the bell rang signaling time for recess.� All the kids rushed in a very orderly manner to line up.� Mrs. Battle pulled Johnny from the line and told him to go sit at his desk and wait until she returned.� A minute or two later, after leading her students to the school playground, she returned.�

�Take out a sheet of paper,� she demanded.� �Multiplication tables.� Start with ones and work your way through nines.�� Begrudgingly, Johnny started to work, resenting the fact that was missing recess.� When he finished his task, he brought the paper up to Mrs. Battle�s desk.� For a long minute he stood waiting for her to acknowledge his presence while she scribbled away on a note.�

Finally she looked up and took his paper away from him and began examining it.� Johnny waited patiently, expecting to be released for recess once she was satisfied. Finally she looked up and said, �Just as I thought.� You know this cold.� Division is just the opposite of multiplication, so why the problem, Johnny?�

�I just wasn�t thinking.�

�No, you were daydreaming again.� You won�t amount to anything if you daydream all day.�� She folded up the note she had been writing and handed it to Johnny.� �Take this to the principal�s office and give it to the secretary.�

�Can�t I go out and play?�

�You can, but you may not.� Now go on.�

*****

Johnny sat in the outer office for what seemed to be an eternity before he was shown into Mr. Wilson�s office.� There was another kid outside waiting too.� Johnny had seen him before, but because he was much older, he really didn�t know him except by reputation.� Rumor had it that he was thirteen and still in the sixth grade.� Not only that, but rumor had it that he had spent the entire summer in reform school.�

As he entered, he saw Mr. Wilson, the principal, sitting at his desk with a warm smile on his face.

�Johnny!� Good to see you, lad.� I hope you had a good summer.� Too bad about the fire at the Grecian Social Club, eh?� I really missed seeing your naked little butt running around.�� Well, they�ll have it fixed up better than ever in a few more weeks and then there�ll be some fun, eh?

�Now, what�s all this about being inattentive in Mrs. Battle�s class?�

�She scares me,� replied Johnny.

�Oh, don�t let her stern demeanor bother you.� She�s really the best teacher in the school.�

�I hate her.�

�Hate is rather strong word, don�t you think?�� Johnny didn�t answer.

�Here, come around the desk so that I can show you something.�� Johnny rose from his chair and came around to the other side of the desk.� Immediately he saw what Mr. Wilson wanted to show him, his cock sticking through his zipper. Johnny looked up and grinned.

�My little friend here has missed you,� Wilson said.� Johnny reached out, but the principal quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants.� �Not here, boy.� Too dangerous.�

With his own cock safely stowed away, the predaceous principal reached out and briefly fondled the boy standing before him asking,� �How would you like to attend a party this coming weekend?� A birthday party.�

When Wilson stopped feeling him up, disappointment was clear on the boy's face.� �Whose birthday?�� Johnny asked.

�Micky Johnson,�� Wilson answered while quickly giving the boy another playful squeeze.��

Johnny squealed, giggled and flinched while cupping his crotch at the unexpected touch. Grinning at the naughty principal, he replied, �I don�t know him. � Why would he invite me to his birthday party?� � Johnny stepped closer to Mr. Wilson and thrust his hips forward in hopes that the sex play would continue.��

�You know his dad; from the club," Wilson said while accepting the boy's offer to be molested.� "Maybe you don�t know his name, but you do know him, or at least his cock.� Here, I have an invitation for you for the party and the sleepover.�� Wilson handed Johnny an envelope with Johnny�s name on the outside and with the invitation inside.� Johnny opened it.� There was a clown on the front, age-appropriate for fourth graders.� Inside, in childish block print, were all the details, and there was a phone number for the requested R.S.V.P..�

�Show this to your mother, Johnny, and be sure to call the number to let Mickey know if you can come or not.�

�But I don�t know Mickey,� protested Johnny.

�That doesn�t matter; just tell your mother that he�s a new kid in your class."

Wilson pressed a button on his intercom.� "Miss Kline, I don't want to be distrubed."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson," came the scratchy voice over the intercom of his elderly secretary.

Wilson stood, unzipped and whipped out his cock.� Johnny needed no further encouragement to go down on the principal.� "Be quick about it, boy," he moaned enjoying the feel of the boy blowing him. � Johnnny did as Mr. Wilson wanted.� He always did and made quick work of it, being rewarded with a mouth full of the man's sperm.

His ardor sated, Wilson put his salvia coated cock away.� "Now you run along back to Mrs. Battle�s class.� Pay attention.� I�ll have Mrs. Battle keep me informed of your progress.�� Then rubbing his crotch the lecherous principal added, �If you do well, I have another treat for you.�

Over the next few days, Mrs. Battle was impressed with Johnny�s attentiveness and his sudden excellent classroom performance.� �That Mr. Wilson,� she thought as she marked a 100 grade on Johnny�s latest math test, �the man certainly has a way of motivating boys.�� Following the principal's instructions, she scribbled out a note and called Johnny to her desk.� Johnny stiffled a smile as he accepted the note for Mr. Wilson, then turned and headed to the principal's office.

*****

Johnny�s mom read the invitation to Mickey Johnson�s party and knew she had a god send.� She was ready to tell Dan, Johnny�s father, that their marriage was over and she really didn�t want Johnny around when they had that discussion.� The timing of the party and sleepover were perfect for her plans.� She never even once considered that she�d never heard Johnny speak of a Mickey Johnson before.� She picked up the phone and dialed the number.� It was an answering machine with a pleasant male voice announcing, �Johnson residence. Please leave a message.�

�This is Norma Doyle, Johnny Doyle�s mother.� Johnny will be attending Mickey�s party Friday night, and he will be able to stay for the sleepover.� Thank you very much for inviting him, he�s really looking forward to it.�

Friday afternoon, Norma Doyle dropped her son off at the address indicated on the invitation.� With a birthday present in hand, Johnny bounded from the car.� His mother waited until he was safely inside.

Watching through the peephole in the front door, Wilson saw the boy walking up the walk.� Johnny pressed the doorbell.� The door opened and he went inside.

Once Norma saw the door close, she headed off for her rendezvous with her lover before going home and breaking the news to Johnny�s dad.�

�Oh, hi, Mr. Wilson,� Johnny greeted.

�Hello, Johnny,� the lecherous principal replied.� �What�s that?�

�My present for Mickey,� Johnny said holding out the gaily wrapped birthday present.

�Is that so?� he snorted.� �Mickey will be delighted,� offered Wilson as he locked the front door.� Grasping the boy�s free hand, Wilson led Johnny down into the basement playroom.

Once in the basement, it struck Johnny kind of odd that there weren�t any kids at this birthday party, just a bunch of men, milling about and drinking beer.� The room too was set up rather oddly for a birthday party too, with gym mats laid out in the middle of the room surrounded by several easy chairs.�

Wilson quickly ushered the nine year old boy into a side room where another boy, several years older than Johnny, was sitting on a low bench, thumbing through a porno magazine.� Johnny recognized him immediately as the older boy he had seen waiting outside Mr. Wilson�s office the other day, the one who had allegedly spent the entire summer at reform school.�

�Johnny, this is Mickey.� Mickey this is Johnny Doyle,� Wilson introduced.

�So this is the kid I�m supposed to fuck tonight,� Mickey said looking up from the salacious picture featured in his magazine.

�Uh, I brought you a present,� Johnny stammered while holding out is present.

�Why did you do that?� asked the older boy.

�It�s for your birthday.�

�My birthday? Hell, it ain�t my birthday, kid.� It�s my old man�s birthday!�

�Well, I�m going to leave you two together to get know each other,� said Wilson as he made his exit from the small room.

Once Wilson was gone, Johnny turned back to Mickey.� �I thought it was your birthday?�

�Get real, kid.� You really think that your mama would let you go to an adult�s birthday party?� Let me lay it on you straight kid.� Tonight, you and me, we�re gonna be the entertainment.�

�Entertainment?�

�Yeah, I thought that we would wrestle around a bit and I�m gonna fuck you in the ass while my dad and his friends watch.� I�ll suck your dick too.� You okay with that?� Wilson said you�d be game for it, but let me tell you, this party is gonna go on all night and after our show� well, you and me, we�re both gonna get fucked a lot tonight.� You cool with that?�

�I guess,� replied the younger boy.

�My dad tells me you�re fresh meat at the Grecian Social Club and that you were coming nearly every day before the place burned down.�

�You ever been to the Grecian Social Club?� Johnny asked his surprisingly friendly new friend.

�Hell, I grew up there.� Been sucking dicks and getting it up the butt for as long as I can remember.��

Mickey looked up at a wall clock. �We�ll be on soon,� he remarked as a fact.� Then he added, �C�mere and let me see your dick.�

�It�s not very big,� remarked Johnny as he unzipped and fished his small cock out.

�It�s big enough,� Mickey replied kindly.� �It ain�t how big it is, it�s what you do with it.� Now we ain�t gotta lot of time and I�ve got to get you ready, so go on and get naked.� Just put all of your clothes over there so you can find them all before ya go home tomorrow.�

Johnny thought that was sensible plan, as he knew that it was easy to lose things when they were discarded one at a time.� In a few moments, Johnny was down to his birthday suit.�

Mickey disappeared through a door and into a small bathroom.� A moment later he reemerged carrying an enema bag.� �Lie down on the bench,� the older boy instructed the younger, �face down.�.� Johnny immediately lay face down on the bench.� Reaching back he spread his ass apart.� �You�ve done this before, ain�t ya?� remarked Mickey and he regarded the focal point between his smaller partner�s spread cheeks.� Johnny had indeed done this sort of thing before, many times at the Grecian Social Club during the early summer.�

Mickey hung the bag up on a hook set in the wall.� Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a tube of ass-grease and lubricated the entire anal probe of the enema kit.� Johnny grinned as he felt the probe slide effortlessly up his butt.� Once seated, it wasn�t long before he felt the rush of warm water going into his rectum.� Johnny loved that feeling, or at least the early feelings, but soon he began to feel bloated as his bowels filled to capacity and then the cramps set in.� �Tell me when,� he heard Mickey say.

�When!� When!� When!�� the younger boy cried out. He felt the flow of fluids stop and then felt the probe as it was pulled from his asshole.� Johnny jumped up and ran to the toilet in the adjoining bathroom.� Just before his sphincter gave way, he sat on the toilet seat.� With a whoosh, his bowels emptied, bringing brown water and turds rushing into the toilet bowl.�

Amid farting noises and the last spurts of fecal water that ran from his ass, Johnny watched as Mickey refilled the enema bag for a second bowel rinse.� By the time Johnny was finished eliminating, Mickey was standing and waiting for him at the bench, rectal probe in hand.

Johnny took up the position on the bench and immediately felt the probe slide into him, followed immediately by the rush of warm water into his rectum.� The initial pleasing rush of water was soon replaced by the discomfort of the bloating.� This time Mickey stopped the flow before it became too uncomfortable.� When Johnny had emptied his bowels, Mickey took a warm soapy wash cloth and cleaned up the boy�s ass.

Again Mickey directed Johnny to the padded bench only this time it was to lubricate his ass for the upcoming sex show.� Johnny helpfully kept his ass cheeks spread open as Mickey began working lube into his asshole.� As Mickey�s greased digit slid deep into the butt-boy, Johnny�s only regret was that it wasn�t a cock up his ass, but he also knew that he didn�t have long to wait for the main event.� The finger was removed and in its place was the nozzle of a tube of KY Jelly that was then injected directly into him.�

Mickey playfully slapped Johnny�s bare butt to signal that he was through with the preparations.� Then he too stripped down.� Johnny immediately noticed that he had a nice sized cock, not a huge cock, but a nice sized cock for someone still in elementary school.� He also had fair amount of dark pubic hair above his dick.� Johnny wasn�t all that sure what sixth grade boys looked like particularly.� He was familiar with grown men and boys his own age, but older boys� but then again Mickey supposedly had been held back for several grades.

Mickey handed Johnny a fresh tube of KY, then he switched places with Johnny on the bench, instructing him, �Grease up my asshole, will ya?��� Johnny eagerly fingered the other boy�s asshole and shot a straight shot of KY up his rectum.� Just as Johnny pulled the KY tube nozzle from Mickey�s ass, Mr. Wilson stuck his head into the room.

�You boys ready to go?�

�Yeah,� answered Mickey as he rose from the bench.� �Be out in minute.�

Once Wilson closed the door, Mickey handed Johnny a large bath towel.� �Here, put this on� No, not around your shoulders, dummy; around your waist!�

�How come?�

�We just can�t walk out there naked,� replied the older boy.

�Why not?�

�Just wrap the towel around your waist, will ya?�� Johnny shrugged and did as he was told.� He always found when it came to people older than himself, it was just better to do what he was told.

The room was dark as Johnny and Mickey entered, but there was still enough light to see where he was going and see the seated men sitting in a semicircle around the gym mats.� The gym mats were suddenly flooded with light from track lighting above.� As they passed between two chairs to the gym mats, Johnny felt a tug to his towel, not enough to rip it off, but enough to loosen it so that it almost fell off. Johnny grabbed it, but it more or less fell off anyway to the hoots of the men.� When they stopped in the center of the circle, Johnny was trying to get the towel secured again around his waist.

�What are you doing?� whispered Mickey.

�Fixing my towel.�

�Just drop it will ya?�� Johnny let go of the two ends and the towel dropped to floor.� Applause erupted from around the room.�

Wilson stepped into the circle and stroking Johnny bare buttocks announced, �This fine lad is Johnny Doyle, nine years old and sucks cock like a champ.� Before the fire at the Grecian Social Club, I was sponsoring Johnny and I must say that I was very pleased with his eagerness.� Of course some of you already know Johnny from the club, and you know what a fun kid he is� never says �no� to cock up the butt!�� Laughter erupted from the gathered crowd.�

Wilson held up his hands to quiet the men.� �I am happy to announce tonight that repairs to the club are nearly complete and it should reopen in just a few weeks.� I have had a sneak look at the progress and I can say with confidence that the club members will be very pleased with the facilities.�

�Now tonight, we are here to celebrate Charlie Johnson�s fortieth birthday.� I was appointed the Entertainment Committee and I was going to get us a stripper, but Johnny and Charlie�s boy, Mickey volunteered to put on a show for you.� So for your entertainment tonight, I present �Cock Lust�.�

Wilson took his seat.� There was an awkward moment as Johnny and Mickey just stood under the harsh lights.� After a moment Johnny whispered to Mickey, �What are we supposed to do?�

�Take off my towel, play with my dick and then blow me,� the older boy whispered back.

Johnny looked out over the leering men, grasped his little dick and wagged it at his appreciate audience.� Someone called out, �Let�s see some dick sucking!�

�Yeah,� called out another, �come suck my dick, kid!�

Johnny felt a mild blow to the head as Mickey elbowed him.� Johnny glared back at the larger boy, but suddenly his feet were taken out from under him.� Johnny landed on the mat with a thud.� Looking up, he saw Mickey discard his towel.� A split second later, Mickey slammed down upon the younger prostrate boy.�

Johnny was startled by the move, but Mickey took care to break his fall so as not to injure the younger kid.� Johnny and Nick had wrestled a lot, so Johnny had an idea what to do, and he twisted and squirmed his way out from under the larger boy.� Having regained freedom of movement, Johnny pounced on his opponent and the �wrestling� match began in earnest to the encouraging shouts of the audience.� Mickey, being much larger and much stronger, had an easy time in dominating the nine year old, making sure that Johnny could escape, only to be downed and pinned again and again.�

Suddenly Johnny found himself with his face pressed into the matt and his arms pinned behind him.� He tried to throw Mickey off his back, but to no avail.� Then the pressure was off his back, but Mickey was between his legs.� Johnny struggled, but Mickey easily held him in place with his wrists held together with one hand while the other hand shot between his legs and grabbed him by the balls.� Johnny froze, afraid to move lest he be ruptured.� For a moment, everything was still.

�Cornhole him!� came a shout from the crowd.

�Fuck his ass!� said another.

Johnny felt the grip loosen on his testicles, only to have a finger pushed up his butt.� �Oh, fuck!� the young boy cried out as he was roughly assaulted.� Thankfully, the forceful finger-fucking only lasted a few seconds before the finger was removed.� Immediately it was replaced with something larger and Johnny grunted, �Ummmppphhh,� as Mickey drove his dick up his ass.�

With his cock firmly buried in his opponent�s butthole, Mickey released Johnny arms, arms that just flopped down onto the matt as the anal fucking began.�

Johnny�s pleasure was disrupted when his head was lifted off the matt by the hair.� �Owww!� he cried as he rose up onto his arms to keep his scalp from being pulled off, his eyes scanning up the thick hairy thighs of the big man kneeling in front of him and past the log like cock that jutted menacingly from the thick tangle of crotch hair.� With his head held back, Johnny looked up past the furry bulging pot belly and into the bearded grinning face, a face that seemed vaguely familiar.�

�Tell me, �happy birthday�, you little whore,� the man growled.�

�Happy birthday,� Johnny squeaked as Mickey�s dad rubbed his big cock across his face.� The cock was swiped across Johnny�s lips and Johnny sought to capture it.

�You want to suck my dick?� That�s it� that�s it� oh, yeah, oh yeah��

Johnny had a hard time with the thick organ, but he�d sucked big dicks before and he knew how to open as wide as possible while keeping his teeth at bay.� The man fucked into his mouth for several minutes before Johnny felt Mickey�s cum shooting up inside him.� His head was released and the cock was pulled from Johnny�s mouth.�

The big man rose.� �Got him loosened up and slippery for me, Mickey?� Johnny heard the man say.�

�He�s all yours, Pop,� the older boy replied as he pulled his spent dick from Johnny�s butt.�

The man knelt before him again.� Holding out an open tube of KY Jelly the man told Johnny, �Grease me up good, kid.� Your ass is mine.�

Johnny reached for the lube, but Mickey�s dad pulled it away slightly and the squirted a great glob into Johnny outstretched hand.� With the handful of ass-grease, Johnny took the great organ and slathered it up.� The man stood again and moved in behind.� Johnny felt the large hands pry open his butt cheeks and felt the fat head press against his anus.� The well used portal blossomed opened and the impossibly large cock sank into the bowels of the butt boy.�

Johnny grunted as the big dick stretched him wide open.� Without his blow buddy Nick and his dad around, and with the Grecian Social Club closed for the past several months, for Johnny it had been a dry spell for butt-fucking, but Johnny was managing just fine.� He opened his eyes and another man was presenting his cock for sucking.

All through the evening and into the wee hours, the men enjoyed the services of Johnny and Mickey.� For Mickey�s dad, it was the best birthday ever.

*****

Early the next morning, Norma Doyle stood at the door to pick Johnny up from the sleepover.� Having rung the doorbell, she waited for someone to answer.� While she waited, she reflected on the fight he had with Johnny�s daddy last night after she informed him that she was leaving him.� She wondered if it was safe to go home, or should she just take Johnny back to her lover�s apartment.� Her thoughts were disrupted when the door suddenly opened.� There stood a large hairy man, dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts.� �Whadda ya want?� he gruffly asked.

Taken aback by the man�s casual dress and brusque demeanor, she stammered trying to explain why she was there.

�For Christ�s sake, lady!� It�s kind of early.� The boys ain�t up yet and I ain�t either.�

�Oh, I�m sorry.� It�s just that��

�Why don�t ya come back later?� Better still, how about if I bring him home after he�s up.�

�Oh,�well, I don�t want to trouble you.�

�No trouble, lady.� Look, I ain�t even had a cup of coffee yet.� So� I�ll bring him home� later.� Okay?�

�Uh, sure.�� That will be fine,� Norma replied.� �Actually that would work out better,� she said not explaining that she didn�t want to confront Johnny�s dad and didn�t want to bring him to her lover�s home either.� �This works out just fine,� she thought.� �He�ll take him home and I won�t have to go there.�

�Well, thank you, and thank you for having Johnny over.�

�Pleasure was all mine,� he replied while scratching an itch.�

Norma turned and walked back to her car, not seeing the sneer nor hearing the under breath comment, �Fucking nosey bitch.�� As he closed and locked the door, his upper lip curled into a smile as he thought of his birthday present down in the basement.

Charlie Johnson descended the stairs. The odor of stale beer and boy funk filled his nostrils.� The place was a mess, with empty beer bottles and paper plates with food residue strewn everywhere.� There was also the sound of snoring, coming from the half dozen naked men who littered the sofas and anywhere flat enough to sleep on.�

He stepped over his naked son who had a beer bottle sticking out of his butt and stopped next to the young lad Wilson had been so generous to share.� His hands went to the snaps of his boxers and for a moment he wondered who the boxer shorts belonged to.� No matter, he unsnapped them and stepped out of them.��

Johnny was awakened as he was flipped onto his back, his legs spread wide and pushed back.� He opened his eyes to see the big naked man between his legs grinning at him.� Mickey�s dad dipped his head between Johnny�s legs and took the boy�s small balls and dick into his mouth, swirled them around and then let them slip from his lips.� �Ya really like this shit, don�t cha, kid?�� he said while flicking Johnny�s boner with a fat finger.� Not waiting for Johnny to answer, he took his birthday present�s genitals into his mouth again where he orally toyed with the boy for several minutes.

Charlie�s head rose from Johnny�s crotch and he positioned his cock to ravish the boy yet again.� �Yer mama was just here to pick ya up,� he said as he rubbed his cock head on Johnny�s defenseless anus.� �Told her that I�d take ya home when I was finished with ya.� She said that was fine with her.�

The fat cock head pressed against the boy's well used anus.� Johnny�s eyes closed and he smiled weakly as he was pierced yet again, his anus slack and no longer resisting penetration, the cum in his rectum providing all the lubrication that was needed.��

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