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(M+/m, ped, nc, rp, ws, huml) *** Peter knew what was coming the moment he walked in the door. His eyes grew wide and his sweet lower lip trembled. Seated on our couch was the most gross individual he had ever seen. It had taken me quite some time to hunt up this pervert. Almost five hundred pounds of fat. A fifty year old balding fat slob. Someone for Peter to play with. Peter stood there in the door, his blond hair falling over his sexy sweet face. He rubbed one tennis shoe on the floor in nervous tension. He started to suck on his lower lip. He was scared. Good. "Peter, come here, I want you to meet a friend of mine. A new friend of mine. This is Frank Krause. Frank, this is Peter." Peter moved over to the couch. Frank tried to lean forward, but could hardly move. When he spoke, the sound was thick with spittle. His mouth was small as were his eyes. He blinked his tiny beady eyes, looking Peter up and down. "I've seen you on the website, Peter. It is so nice to meet you in person. You are a beautiful model, Peter." I had put Photos of Peter modeling with his blue bathrobe on the internet, hoping to attract perverts, and boy did I ever luck out. We were swamped with emails from guys all over the world who wanted to fuck Peter. Fuck him and do other fun things with him. "You see, Peter, I told you I would make you a pop star. So many men know about you already." I smiled. Peter held out his pale sensitive teenage hand, and it was enveloped in the sweaty fat paw of the fat freak on the couch. Fat man Frank didn't want to let go of the hand. "Oh my, what a soft, sweet hand you have. Is this the hand you jerk off with Peter?" Peter stood there dumbstruck. "Answer the man, Peter." I insisted. "Yes, Sir." Peter stammered. He was so fucking cute when he was upset. "I'll just bet you jerk off all the time, don't you. At school, at home...at...all the time." Frank let go of the boy's hand but then cupped Peter's dick and ball lump in his jeans. He started to squeeze and rub. Peter knew better than to pull away. He had to stand there and let the old fat fuck feel his fourteen year old fucker. "Do you Peter? Do you jerk your prick all the time?" I moved behind the boy and eased him closer to the repulsive man. "Ugh, pretty much, I guess. Whenever dale tells me to." "We are currently switching Peter to home schooling and then will have him eventually drop out. That way he'll have so much more time to jerk his teen dick and fuck and suck." The fat man grunted. "Ugh, good. That's what a little fuck slut like Peter should be doing all day and night. Fucking and sucking and licking and rimming, and shit like that. All the time. You are a little slut Peter. I saw what a slut you were in those modeling photos. I said to myself, Frank, that fourteen year old boycunt is a fucking cock slut. Why don't you undress for me and show me how pretty you are." Peter stood there without responding just a few seconds too long. I had to slap him to get him going. He peeled off his shirt and undershirt, showing his pale boy chest with those two brown nipples that so turned me on. They were a bit red today because I had been sucking on them pretty intensely just that morning. I usually fucked Peter before he went to school. I liked the idea that he kept my cum up his ass all day in classes. Peter kicked off his tennis shoes and peeled off his white socks. His feet are so sexy, as you can see from the photos. Then he dropped his jeans. I didn't allow him to wear underpants to school. Frank let out of whistle when he saw Peter's cock cage, and the big black butt plug up his tiny boy ass. "This is how he goes to school?" He wheezed, his breath ragged with lust. "Of course. Can't have him playing with his clit and cunt in school. I unlocked the cock cage, and the moment it was off, Peter's sweet teen prick rose to rock hard erection. He had not cum in ever so long. I slid the butt plug out of the boy's ass. Peter moaned. "Peter, I will put your butt plug over here on the book case for you to lick clean later. Mr. Krause may want to kiss you, and I don't think he will like your shit on your breath." Fat Frank Krause chuckled. "Oh, I've had worse." His hand went out and he cupped Peter's naked scrotum. "Such a smooth fucksack. So pretty. So full of cum." He rolled Peter's balls in his scrotum. It must have either hurt Peter or cause a wave of sexual need to go through him, because he closed his eyes and rose up on his naked toes. "Even prettier than your photos. Turn around. Let me see your pussy." Peter turned and automatically bent at the waist. He reached back and spread his young ass globes. He was learning. "So well trained. My, my, that's a good little cuntling. What a pretty pussy you have." He stuck a pudgy digit into Peter's ass pucker. Then he pulled the boy to him and stuck his fat face into the kid's asscrack. He sucked on Peter's ass for some time. Peter was not used to this. In our home. He was the one who sucked ass. When the boy's asshole was slick with spit, Frank fucked two fat fingers in and out of the boy's cunt as hard and fast as he could. I loved the strained look on Peter's face. I couldn't resist giving Peter a deep tongue kiss. Then I whispered in his delicate shell like ear, "Be a good boy and give Mr. Krause everything he wants." It took some effort to get Frank Krause naked. Rolls of fat sagged in gigantic waves. His stomach hung so low his eight inch dick was totally hidden by it. He smelled so gross I almost had to leave the room. So I decided that Peter should give him a tongue bath. Peter looked very sick as he knelt before the fat slob and started on his feet. From carrying around all that weight all day, Frank's feet were calloused and yellowed and filthy. Peter knew he had no choice. It was even worse when he had to lick up the fat body, get his tongue in between the rolls of flesh, suck on the fat armpits and more. The worse of course was Frank's ass. We rolled Frank onto our spare bed. He lay on his stomach like a beached whale, and I instructed Peter to lick and suck the man's ass clean. Frank was in Heaven. He had never had such a wonderful experience in his entire pathetic life. "Oh you fucking hole you. Peter, you fucked up boytwat, get that tongue deeper in my ass. Lick out my shithole, you face fuck!" Several times Peter looked to me for mercy, but a stern look from me, got him back sucking ass, and then balls and cock. Getting Franks' eight inch fuckmeat into Peter's pussy was another matter. How to get the belly out of the way? We ended up with Peter standing bent over, ass up, and Frank standing behind him fucking down into him. Actually, Peter did all the work. Frank just stood there, grunting and moaning in ecstasy. Peter had to kind of do half squats and then rise up to get the full eight inches in him. Halfway through the fuck, Frank decided he wanted a cock suck instead. So Peter knelt below the mountain of fat and sucked. I had to laugh because his whole head was invisible behind the fat stomach. Frank shot, and Peter dutifully swallowed. We relaxed and had drinks, and then Frank wanted to try fucking again. This time he shot a heavy load up Peter's ass. He was so happy I didn't make him wear a condom that he almost cried. "There is nothing like filling a boy ass with scalding dick spooge." Peter was pretty worn out by then. He'd had to bear the weight of the fat man during most of the fuck. Then Frank said almost shyly. "You have made my dream come true. How can I ever thank you. I wonder if it would be too much to ask... may I... might I... have a piss in Peter's mouth?" I smiled. "Of course. Peter would be delighted, wouldn't you, Peter." Peter looked green, like he was going to vomit any minute. But he knew he dare not. He knelt and opened his pretty young mouth to be pissed into like a urinal. Later, after Frank had left, I told Peter, that this experience might teach him how lucky he was to have me. He agreed completely and sucked my ass with much enthusiasm. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47