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 TAINT EASY By Zachyboy M/b, oral, anal

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   Back in the summer of 1995, Jeremy was the 12-year-old virgin boy down
the street who loved to have his taint licked.  We'd done a whole bunch of
jacking off and a whole bunch of oral, some other messing around, a pinky
here a tongue-tip there, so I knew for a fact he liked that sweet little
funway runway slurped and tickled until he squirmed and said uncle....but
we'd never gone all the way, penis up the Hershey Highway, much to my
attempted prodding.

   But you know what they say.  A man can only take so much and a boy can't
hold out forever.  And unless I was reading the signs all wrong - shivers,
moans and scissor-lock dry boygasms where he nearly splits my head like a
walnut in the shell with his thighs - when it came to Jeremy's inevitable
insert point, all signs were headed due south.

   The dare was this: if I could visit him four nights in a row during his
family camping trip and give him what he really wanted - me sucking his
sweet little cocklet and licking the sweet, salty sweat off his tasty
little taint, and somehow have enough self-restraint to NOT stick my cock
in that long-desired honey hole, on the fifth night, he'd let me fuck him
as many times as I wanted.  All night long if I had the energy for it.

   And believe you-me, bub.  I had the fucking energy for it.

   "Deal's a deal," I reminded him.  "No backing out this time."

   "Aw, I know, Jizz-for-Brains." (His nickname for me, for obvious
reasons).  "I'm gearing up for it.  I just need four nights of the good
stuff to get ready."

   "I can give you the good stuff and still fuck you, you know."

   "Nope," he said.  "A deal's a deal.  My way or the highway."

   Fuck, I love it when a kid bosses me around.

   Take charge, you little cocksucker.  I'll still respect you in the
morning.

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   Let me tell you a little about Jeremy:

   He's 4-foot-10 and 92 pounds.  His penis is a slender four-inches, not a
pube to be found.  He gets hard as a nail and he stays that way.  His
asshole is the stuff Shakespeare wrote sonnets about when he pretended he
was writing about girls.  He has medium-brown hair, cut short and over the
ear, a little bit casual and jagged in the front.  Piercing brown eyes,
thin red lips, a wicked-hot attitude, and a set of balls that taste like
gingerbread.

   He has long, lean legs, the kind that are just begging to be slung over
your shoulders as you stick it into him, thighs like cream and knees you
want to lick.  Ankles like an angel, arches like a demon, and ten toes you
want to fellate first and ask questions later.  Which little piggy went to
market?  Take your pick, man.  Take your fucking pick.

   And if that's not enough, Jeremy's also got the kind of long, slender
fingers I just love on a boy, because first, I love to imagine them wrapped
around his own narrow cock, grunting and gasping, door locked in his
bedroom at night.  And secondly, I just like to imagine what those fingers
have been up to, and where they've been poking around.  The thought of
Jeremy pressing one of those long, sexy index fingers up his own little
asshole while he jacks himself to a quivery kiddie-sparkle is almost more
than my deviant imagination can bear.

   "Camping" for Jeremy's family - his mom, dad, and younger sister Emmy -
meant living the life of luxury in a 36-foot aluminum and fiberglass
behemoth on wheels - "a steal at 30 thousand," Jeremy's dad Todd confided
in me over drinks by the pool in their ample back yard.  That fucking RV
had everything but the kitchen sink.  And, oh yeah, by the way, it also had
the kitchen-fucking sink.

   It may have been fine for Mom, Dad and the Sis, but Jeremy preferred
roughing it in a tent of his own the next site over.  After all, boys will
be boys, and Dad was wise enough to know that things go bump in the night
and his randy 12-year-old boy was certainly playing
whucka-whucka-jack-a-doodle-doo with his always-ready junior-fuckstick, and
most likely the next door neighbor, too.  Yeah, Todd knew about us.  Didn't
talk much about it, but certainly knew the vibe.

   I knew he knew, and he knew I knew it.  We were very knowledgable
neighbors.

   Anyway, that's where I come in, trusted friend of the family and camping
cohort.  I've got a small over-the-truck-bed pickup truck camper of my
own...not big enough to throw a party, but plenty cozy and a lockable door
if Jer needed the added assurance that mom, dad or sis couldn't lift up his
flaps midway through a late night rutting and see us doing the deed.

   "Are we gonna do stuff in my tent or your camper tonight?" Jeremy
whispered to me the first day as we were walking near the lake.  The rest
of the family had gone up ahead, out of earshot.

   "Doesn't matter to me," I told him, looking around to make sure nobody
was watching, then grabbing a handful of his skinny,
soon-to-be-cherry-popped ass just to confirm my intent.  Good God, that kid
had a set of cheeks you could use for your Christmas card photo.  "Let's
start out in your tent.  We can move it to the camper if you start to get
too noisy."

   He giggled and grinned.

   "You WISH I'd get too noisy," he flirted.

   "That I do, kiddo.  That I do."

   I squeezed his ass again, stuck my hand down the back of his shorts and
let my finger run up the length of his sweaty little ass-crack.  He was hot
and moist.  I'd enjoy that finger later.  He shivered and clenched his
cheeks together.

   "I bet I can make you cum really hard tonight," he said, all serious,
looking me in the eye.

   "No doubt about that," I nodded, my dick already growing hard in my
shorts.  "In fact, I should walk you off the trail, take you a half mile
into the woods and fuck you right here."

   He giggled again.

   "You wish," he said again, and he reached out fast with a
lightening-quick dash-hand, squeezed my cock, laughed, and ran up the
trail, his beautiful little ass cheeks bouncing all the way out of sight.

   A quiet growl caught in my throat.

   "God, I'm gonna fuck you kid," I muttered under my breath.  "It might
take me five days, but I'm gonna fuck you so hard..."

   I brought my finger up to my nose, took a long, deep hit of his musk and
perfection and sighed contentedly, adjusted my cock in my pants, noticing
it was already honeydew sticky on the tip, and joined the family at the
lake.

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   Taint Easy.  Day 1:

   "Look at them out there," Todd smiled, pointing out to Jeremy and Emmy,
who were splashing on the dock, laughing, having fun, being brother and
sister.  Carrie was out of earshot at the picnic table, laying out lunch.

   "You made some damn cute kids, man," I told him in earnest.  "Thanks for
letting me crash your camping trip again."

   "Aw, hell," he said, "the kids love you.  It wouldn't be the same
without you.  Besides, you and Jer are close.  I like to see you getting
along that way.  It makes me happy.  You know what I mean."

   And indeed I did.

   And indeed, this was the third family trip I'd invited myself along for.
And Todd was aware I wasn't coming for the marshmallow smores.

   Todd looked across the lake at Emmy, and I saw him adjust a semi-boner
in his shorts.

   "She's a pretty girl, isn't she?" he sighed.  My heart beat a little
faster at his earnestness and his hand movement.

   "She sure is," I nodded.  If you're into the daughter thing, I thought.
Which he was, oh sweety Jesus, he was.

   Life is funny that way.

   I was trying to fuck his son in a tent and he was trying to bang his
little girl in the RV without his wife finding out.  Which is why I bring
my camper along.

   I love being stuck in the woods for five days.  There's always that
element of survival and adaptation.

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   Taint Easy.  Night 1:

   Here's the layout of Jeremy's tent:

   He's got two pillows in there of the memory-foam variety, one plain blue
and one with a tan and brown pillowcase.  They both smell like Jeremy's
hair and neck and boy-spicy pheromones, which is to say, those pillows
smell perfect.  You've heard of Old Spice.  Those two pillows smell like
Young Spice.  And it's way fucking better.

   There's one mattress on the floor of his tent, and it's thin but
workable.  A blue and white striped blanket on the bottom, a little grungy
from his grubby hikes in the woods and the wild sweat of boyhood adventure,
but sanitary enough for my fucking purposes.

   He also has a blue and pink comforter in there that looks like party
hats or butterflies, I can't fucking tell what they are in the half-dark.
He no doubt grabbed it from his sister's room.  It looks a little too femmy
for Jeremy's cocky little alpha-male demeanor.  But that's okay with me,
folks.  I can make it work.

   Seeing Jeremy sprawled out on that mattress in his tent, lying on his
back, legs spread, shorts on, sexy-smug look on his face, t-shirt just
slightly rising up to show me a strip of his tummy tan and his lovely
little innie belly button, that girly blanket just adds to the overall
magic.  It's a blanket that says, "Come on in fucker, climb aboard.  I'm
all boy, but if you try real hard, I bet you can make me feel like a girl
in some places."

   It's not a very big tent by any means, but it's big enough for two
people.  And for camping this week, two people's all we need in there. 
Taint easy, but we'll fit.

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   "What took you so long?" Jeremy whispered as I unzipped his flaps and
joined him.

   "Shhhh," I said.  "Your mom went to sleep a half hour ago.  Your dad
doesn't care, but your mom would skin my ass.  We have to be quiet."

   He came up to me on his knees, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
His tongue tasted like hot dogs and smores.  My cock hardened instantly. 
He grabbed it and rubbed it back and forth with his palm.

   "I want your cock in my mouth," he whispered.

   "So put my cock in your mouth," I growled back, husky.  "Seems lpretty
simple to me."

   I lowered my sweats and freed my sixer.  He moaned as he moved his face
in close to it.

   "It always smells so strong," he whimpered, burying his face in my pubic
hair and nuzzling around my straining shaft.  "It smells like strong man
cock."

   He opened his mouth and took it insid...sweet tentative tongue swipes
that turned into passionate lovemaking.  This kid was an oral pro.  The
first few times he blew me, he scraped me with his teeth a little.  But
after, what?  Five dozen?  Six dozen of these luxurious beejays, he was the
crown prince of fellatio.  I challenge any 35-year-old ladywhore to do it
better.  I was firing down his throat before he even cracked a sweat.

   "Unnnggh," he gagged, but he swallowed it all dutifully.  "There's
always so much," he said, coming up for air, wiping at his lips and looking
half-annoyed.  "You make too much."

   "I can't help it," I whispered.  "I want you so much.  You make me make
a lot."

   "Lick my taint," he whispered.  I could hear the beg in his voice.  "My
dick and my ass and `specially my taint.  Lick it right now.  A lot, okay?"

   "Okay," I assured him.

   "Hurry.  Please?"

   And I did.

   And he pissed himself a little, just a drop, when I started.

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   Taint Easy.  Day 2:

   "You know," said Todd, as we did a little fishing and watched the kids
play on the shore, "Jeremy comes from the Biblical name Jeremiah.  It means
`God will uplift.'"

   "I did not know that," I said honestly, taking a pull on my Heineken. 
Mmm.  Skunky.

   "I'd like to "uplift" him and set him down on my cock," I muttered,
watching the boy's speedo-clad bottom in sweet sandcastle mode over on the
beach.  Todd nodded.  He knew the score.

   "And Emily," he smiled, looking toward his daughter, "means `to
strive...to excel.'"

   "Seems apt," I said.

   "Yep," he agreed.  "I've been striving for some of that for a couple of
years now."

   We took long, slow sips on the beer bottles and watched the kids. 
Gorgeous dirty-blondes, both of them.

   "How about you?" he asked plainly.  "Any luck tapping Jeremy?"

   "Nah," I said.  "He's resistant.  For the ass stuff.  For the main
event."

   "It's okay," Todd shrugged.  "That's what camping trips are for. 
Pushing the limits.  Blazing new trails."

   I drank my beer, watched his son and felt my dick get hard.

   "I'm blazing that four nights from now," I told him.  "Put some cotton
in your wife's ears."

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   Taint Easy.  Night 2:

   "Let me fuck you," I whispered to Jeremy.  "I'll make it feel really
good.  I'll make you cum."

   "You always make me cum," he giggled.

   "Suck my cock, Jeremy B."

   "Mmmm," he teased, lowering his head, but not taking it in his mouth.

   I pushed his head down.

   "I mean it," I told him.  "Dont be shy.  Time for you to eat some cock."

   He went right to work.

   I fed him my load, then put him on his back, pushed his legs up in the
air and ate him like a man's last meal.  He whimpered and moaned, gasped
when I stuck my finger inside him, and shivered like an angel when I took
his cocklet in my mouth and sucked him dry.

   "Three more days until you can fuck me," he whispered.

   I ran my tongue across his taint and he quivered.

   "You gonna fuck me hard?" he whimpered.

   "Real hard," I warned him.

   And I buried my finger, second knuckle deep in the furnace of his
asshole once again.

   "Lick my taint," he whispered.  "Please, Jesse.  Lick my taint."

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   Taint Easy.  Day 3:

   "So, listen," Todd said, as we walked down a wooded path together to
gather the night's firewood.  "I know you and Jeremy are rocking the tent
this trip.  Do you mind if I take Emmy in your camper tonight?  I'm gonna
tell Carrie we're going stargazing."

   "Be my guest," I said.  "Mi casa, su casa."

   "You fuck him yet?" he asked quietly.

   "Nope," I said.  "It's my prize on the last night.  He likes to be
fingered.  He likes to be sucked.  He especially likes his taint licked. 
But he hasn't let me fuck him yet.  He's making me earn it.  You stick it
in Emmy yet?"

   "Nah," he shrugged.  "Getting close, though."

   We both sighed.  Smiled knowingly at each other.

   "Taint easy, is it?" Todd grinned.

   "No," I grinned back.  "Taint easy at all."

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   Taint Easy.  Night 3:

   "I'm gonna squat on your face," Jeremy announced simply as I entered the
tent and zipped up the flaps.  He was already naked.

   "Okay," I said, laying down on the little mattress and the girly
blanket.

   "I'm gonna squat on your face and you lick my taint and then you suck my
ass and then I'm gonna face fuck your mouth."

   "Fine with me," I said eagerly as he shifted into position.  My dick was
hard and leaking like a faucet.  His baby-boy-bone was equally jutting.

   He squatted over my face and I about-died from euphoria.  The scent. 
The wildness.  His nutmeg-salty taint zeroed-in on my face and his asshole
locked in place as he docked it with my lips.

   "Lick my taint," he giggled.  "Smell my ass and lick my taint, you
bitch."

   I moaned and started eating him.  Gladly.

   I like it when a boy calls the shots.

   I came without touching myself.

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   Taint Easy.  Day 4:

   "Did you do it to her?" I asked Todd, in a private moment away from
Carrie.  The kids were hunting bugs and butterflies.

   "Almost," he whispered.  "She got kind of scared near the end.  She
wouldn't let me stick it in her.  I sure licked her, though.  Ate her out.
Made her cum three times.  Came on her face.  That sure surprised her."

   "Sweet," I said.

   "Definitely sweet," he agreed.  "There's so much, Daddy," she said. 
"You squirted so much."

   My dick got hard.

   It was almost surreal, talking to him like this.

   "How about Jer?" he asked.  "Do you cum on his face?  Does he like it
when you lick his ass?"

   "Yeah," I answered honestly.  "And he loves it when I finger him.  He
pushes back against my finger.  Tries to get more in."

   "Sweet," Todd smiled.  "Sounds like he's ready."

   "One more night," I said.  "We'll see if he likes it."

   "Sweet," he said again.  "Cream that ass.  Watch it drizzle down that
taint."

   I couldn't respond.

   The imagery left me speechless.

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   Taint Easy.  Night 4:

   "I fuck my sister Emmy," Jeremy said, as I took my hard dick out and
waved it in front of his lips.

   "Yeah?" I asked.  "Does she like it?"

   "Yeah, she likes it, Jizz-for-Brains.  Who wouldn't like it?  I'm a
magic man.  I got magic for a cock."

   "You got a baby cock," I told him.  "And I've seen all the tricks you
can do with it."

   "Yeah?" he muttered.  "What if I fuck you with it?

   "Someday," I told him.  "But not this trip.  This one's mine."

   He grinned.  Nodded and understood.

   "Now shut up and suck," I told him.

   "Fucker," he grinned.

   But he ate my load then he got on his hands and knees and presented me
with his ass.

   "Eat my taint," he begged in a hoarse voice.  "Then lick my ass.  Lick
the ass you get to fuck tomorrow night, you fucking Jizz-for-Brains."

   I fingered him hard that night and brought him off twice in a row.  Then
I spanked him a little just for good measure before I put him to bed and
fingered him in his sleep.

   A boy's gotta learn to watch that lip.

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   Taint Easy.  Day 5:

   Todd met me at first light down the trail for our morning piss.

   "I fucked her," he said simply.  "She was magnificent.  Better than I
ever dreamed of.  Sooo fucking tight.  Went off like fireworks when she
came.  Look at my back.  She scratched the shit out of me."

   I looked.  He wasn't lying.

   "Jeremy says he's fucked her too," I told him, admiring his scratches
and hoping for some of my own soon.

   "Oh, I have no doubt he's fucked her already," Todd answered.  "She said
to me twice, `that's not how Jeremy does it.'"

   We both laughed.

   "Kind of raised the bar, huh?"

   "Little bit."

   We both finished pissing and squeezed off the drops.  I looked at his
cock and he looked at mine.

   "We should go camping sometime, just the four of us," I said.

   "Yeah?" he asked me?

   "Yeah," I said.  "Leave Carrie at home.  Just you, me, Jer and Emmy."

   "That might be interesting," he admitted slowly.

   "Oh, I promise you it'll be interesting," I said, laying some ground
work.

   He shrugged.  Tucked his dick away.

   "Now get in there tonight and break him in," he said, patting me on the
back.  "Taint easy waiting this long."

   "No," I said honestly, anticipating the night.  "Taint easy at all."

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   Taint Easy.  Night 5:

   I looked at Jeremy, lying on his back on the mattress and this is what I
saw.

   There was a twelve-year-old boy, hair half-matted and beautifully askew.
White t-shirt scrunched just slightly upwards so a strip of creamy belly
was showing.  Black shorts baggy up-top but tight in the crotch.  Legs
spread, splayed open full throttle, feet together, classic triangle
position.  Fuck he was beautiful.  Show me a man -- even a straight man --
who says he wouldn't fuck a boy like that and I'll show you a liar.

   Jeremy looked at me with drowsy, fuck-me eyes.  Almost angry, almost
casual.  His look said "I dare you to fuck me," but his tiny hands were
shaking.

   "I'm kinda scared," Jer said, and gone was the smart-ass bravado.  This
was just a little boy who'd postured all he could, teased me all he could,
prolonged it all he could, and now he was about to get fucked.  In the ass.
For the very first time.  Pregame's over, sports fans.  Tonight's the
night.

   "I'll go slow," I promised.  "I'll make it not hurt."

   "Okay," he shrugged, and he lifted off his t-shirt.  I pulled down his
shorts and undies.  The smell of his balls and the fragrant musk of his ass
crack hit me like a cloud of heaven.  A yeasty, salty, vinegar insult.  I
looked at his perfect asshole and I said a short prayer of grace and
supplication.  I needed that rosebud.  I needed that tight, sticky
starfish. I knew its smell and taste by heart.  And tonight I was putting
some babies in it.

   "Oh my God," he whispered as my lubed cock pushed slowly through his
first and second sphincters.  "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,
please go slower."

   He winced.  I stopped.

   He relaxed.  I moved forward.

   He hissed through his teeth.  I kissed him.  Said, "shhhh, it's okay."

   Slowly, methodically, a heartbeat at a time, I entered him fully.  I
embedded myself in that sweet, fragrant boyhole, and I prayed I'd die right
there so I'd never have to come out.

   "You're so big," he whispered to me, grateful.  "You fill me up so
full."

   He sniffled.  Wrapped his arms around me.

   "You're beautiful, Jeremy," I said to him gently.  "I love you so much.
I love this, brave baby."

   "I didn't know it would feel so good," he cried.  "I knew it would feel
good.  But not like this."

   I held him gently and I rocked my fuckstick in and out of his virgin
ass.

   He started to jack himself.

   "Oh, fuck me," he whimpered.  "Please, please.  I wanted this so much."

   He moaned.  I pumped him.

   He shivered.  We mated.

   "I'm gonna cum in you, baby," I whispered in his ear.

   I could smell my cock.  I could smell his butthole.  The whole tent was
thick with the smell of our sex.

   "Fuck me," he whispered and he leaned up and bit my earlobe.  "Fuck your
cum in me.  Give it to me hard.  Fuck it hard up my ass."

   I rammed myself forward, five, six, seven-eight times.

   "NGGGGGGGGGGH," I grunted as I filled him with my load.  I felt it gum
out of my cock and drip down the seal of his tiny, splayed ass lips.  I
shivered.  He shuddered.  I blasted him with my love juice.

   The sweat dripped down his forehead and he jacked himself faster as I
rammed it into him deep and I held it up there, willing him to cum with the
force of my cock embrace.

   "Oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted as he came.  Jacking his cock, he
shivered and he joined me.  "So good...so good...so..."

   Shivering, he hugged me.

   "It's dripping down my asshole," he giggled.  "It's juicing down my
taint."

   I kissed him softly.  I licked his mouth with my tongue.

   "I guess I know what that means," I sighed, faking.

   "Clean it off me, bitch.  With your tongue," he giggled.

   I pulled my cock out.

   He moaned and felt empty.

   "Clean it up," he whispered.  "Lick my taint then fuck me again."

   He expelled my cum from his ass and I went down to work.

   I worked hard and he giggled and bossed me around like he always does.

   I ask you:

   How in the world do you make it through the night in the woods, in a
tent, with a boy like Jeremy?

   Taint easy, I tell you, as I lapped up our sex juice.

   Taint easy at all, thank God, thank boys.

   Taint easy at all, thank God, thank Jeremy.

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