Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 11:19:17 -0600
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution: Conor

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CHAPTER THREE-CONOR


"Conor Sands Rootveldt Murphy, leave your sister alone!"

Conor pulled his hands out from under his sister's skirt and made one of
those annoying pouting frowns that only adolescents and pretty women can
get away with. Six hours in the car had been too much for him, and with
another four or so hours to go, it was about time for a break. Jenny was
sick of her big brother's sticky fingers and in no mood for any play, and
had been telling him to keep his hands to himself for the last ten
minutes. Sean reached up and yanked down the rearview mirror so he was
looking the boy directly in the face.

"Set the example, son. Act like the oldest."

He hated when his dad played the example card, and instead turned towards
the window, pulling his I-pod ear buds up from his collar and jamming them
in this ears. Soon the sound of the White Stripes wiped out the constant
rattle of the diesel engine and the wind that whistled around the boxy
Landie's windows. His three younger brothers were watching a video of
Ratatouille on a laptop behind him in the third row. It was a kid's movie,
though Conor admitted to himself that he still liked it and would have
rather been back with them. His little sister Summer was asleep on his
other side, her head resting on a pillow crammed against the window,
looking sweaty on the summer sun that shone on her face. She was going to
get sunburned before they even got to the resort.

They had gotten off the autostrada past Brescia, and were heading up the
two lane road towards Villanuova Sul Clisi, a little diversion to stretch
the kids legs next to the Lago di Garda. The old Landie chugged a bit up
the grade, but soon enough came a little crest and there below was the
lake, movie perfect. Conor felt his mood lift. Much more then when they had
piled into the truck at dawn, now it felt like vacation was starting.

Out on a little peninsula was a public park, a place with picnic tables and
a playground. The Murphys pulled into the park right by a tour bus and
Conor hopped out to see a group of fat, pasty Americans unloading for a
lunch break at the end of the parking lot. He wrinkled his nose. He didn't
understand Americans. In movies and pornos they always looked like
athletes, big but fit, but when you really saw them they were usually just
fat and pale. He'd met two cute American girls at the beach last summer,
high school girls, but when he suggested to them that they go off into the
bushes for a quick fuck, they had called him a little eurotrash pervert and
sulked away. What was their deal? His mum said it was because they were all
religious nuts. She said they dragged their kids to giant evangelical
church every Sunday and filled their heads with all kinds of sexual
superstitions and taboos. How was it that Americans ever had any fun?

The twins took off for the swing set, their little brother Benji pumping
his shorts-clad legs trying to keep up. His sisters were more nonchalant,
digging about in the boot for their cases and helping their mum pull out
the picnic she'd packed. He was still annoyed with Jenny, but when she
cooed "cute" he looked up.

Standing down by the lake, looking bored and bothered, was an American
boy. He was a big kid, maybe sixteen, and surprisingly not bad looking at
all. A real all American football type, the kind of boy who they put as the
stupid jock in silly shows on the Disney Channel, all big jaw and pumped
out arms, his pecs peeking out from the muscle shirt he wore. Conor felt a
tinge in his cock, but just then Jenny started strolling over to the boy
with an exaggerated swagger in her hips. Damn her! She had never even been
with any boy outside her dad and brothers, but because she watched some
porns she thought she knew everything. She was still a kid though,
practically looked like a boy. He watched them talking from a distance, and
it was obvious that the boy was uncomfortable. Even from twenty meters away
Conor could see him shake his head. Eventually Jenny turned on her heel and
stalked off, looking annoyed. The boy headed in the directions of the
bathrooms, walking past Conor, and look of troubled concentration on his
face. When he got near, he looked up be chance, and seeing Conor, almost
froze in his tracks, then blushed a bright red before putting his head down
and rushing off. Unlike Jenny, Conor had copped off with several different
boys and one girl at school, and he understood. He would show her.

The bathroom was a long, quite new building, very clean inside (obviously
for the tourists), with a row of stalls to the left, and a pissoir to the
right. The American boy had lined up at the trough and stood there, no
splashing sound of piss coming. Conor placed himself a few feet down and
pulled his pud out, letting loose with a loud stream. Finally the American
boy started pissing. Conor let his fly flap open, holding his dick straight
out. The American boy must have caught it in the corner of his eye, because
he looked briefly, almost involuntarily, and Conor caught him. He swung his
head violently back. Conor found his shyness cute, if a little
perplexing. They both finished their streams and edged over to the sinks,
washing their hands.

"You a yank?"

"Me?"

"Aye."

"Um, yeah."

"Where ya from?"

"Ohio?"

"Cool."

" Are you, like, British?"

"My da's Irish, my mum's Dutch, but we live in France."

"Oh. Wow."

"You here with your mum and da?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You have to stay in a room with them?"

"Yeah."

"Must make it hard to jack off." Conor understood full well that most
families weren't anything like his.

"Um, yeah. I guess."

"You must be fit to burst, right?"

The boy looked down, obviously considering the situation. He smiled quietly
to himself.

"It sucks."

"Wanna do it now?"

"What, jerk off?"

"Yeah, no one will know. We can do it in the loo."

The boy seemed to consider it, but he was frozen, afraid to make a move or
say anything. Conor walked past him to one of the toiled stalls and opened
the door, turning back and waving at him. He went in. The boy waited for
what seemed like forever and then followed him. Conor closed the door and
without a word unbuttoned his board shorts, sliding them down to his
ankles. Then he reached into his briefs and fished out his hardening
bone. The American boy let out a small gasp as Conor started stroking
it. He didn't make a move towards his own crotch, so Conor reached out and
started to grope him through his shorts. Then he pulled the boy's zipper
down and reached into grasp his hard American meat, which brought a larger
gasp. The boy then finally sprung to action, grabbed his stick, and started
stroking.

They beat their meat for a minute when without warning, Conor bent over and
sucked the boy's pale red dick into his mouth. The teenager let out a huge
explosion of breath, and much to Conor's surprise an even larger explosion
into his mouth of a large capful of cum, which he swallowed down without
spilling a drop. The teen's cock stayed hard as Conor continued to suck
him. Finally, he straightened up and pushed the boy to sit down on the
toilet. He pulled off his briefs and shorts, hung them on the clothes peg,
and fished the condom out of the little secret pocket. He'd been getting
them from the school nurse secretly, since it was the rule in the family
that they had no sex but with each other. Conor had already broken the rule
a half dozen times. He popped out the condom, rolled it down over the big
dick, spit on his fingers, lubed up his ass, and climbed up onto the big
boy, holding his shoulders, bracing his feet against the door, and lowering
himself onto the kids dick. The look of amazement on the American's face
was hilarious.

He bounced up and down a few times, but then he heard a noise of someone
come in. His dad's voice echoed in the concrete building. "Go pee
Benji". Damn!

Conor and the American boy froze in place, suspended in mid-fuck. Benji
headed straight for the first stall. Conor knew that even for peeing he was
still more comfortable with toilets that looked like the ones at home. He
burst in the door and shoved his shorts and undies down to this ankles as
fast as possible, where they landed inches from the American boy's big
sandal-clad feet. Conor's dad followed Benji into the stall and shut the
door, and soon the sound of both of them pissing came through. Undoubtedly
they were playing their favorite game of crossing streams, as all boys love
to do. After a minute they finished, and he could see his dad's hands as he
pulled up Benji's shorts. The hand so close caused the American boy to
jump, and his cock slid another couple of inches into Conor, who let out an
involuntary grunt. He hoped it hadn't been heard, but he knew better. He
heard Benji run back down the corridor, undoubtedly anxious to get back to
the playground, but then there were a few footsteps and then a hard yank on
the door as his dad ripped it open.

"God Damn it Conor. You better be using a fucking rubber."

Conor gave his dad a smile with his full ruby lips. He grasped the back of
his knees, each with one hand, and pulled them into his chest. By doing so
he revealed his naked ass, the teen's nice fat cock buried into his fuck
hole, sheathed in a pale blue latex.

"I'm not stupid, daddy."

"I didn't say you were, though we're going to have a talk about
this. Finish up and get back out there, your mum is making lunch. And for
god's sake, stop grunting."

Conor had a very dirty idea, and as his dad turned to walk away, he opened
his mouth.

"I need something to suck on, dad. To keep me quiet."

Sean stopped, considered, and turned back and shut the stall door behind
behind him as he unbuttoned his jeans. His dick still smelt faintly of the
piss but Conor shoved it greedily into his mouth.

The American boy was catatonic with surprise, frozen there on the toilet
seat, pants around his ankles, cock in a young boy who had just started
blowing his dad. Conor looks like his old man, and it was casually obvious
he was his son, not just a plaything who called him Daddy. After a few
seconds of sucking his da's meat, Conor pulled off and craned his long neck
around to look at the American teen.

"Are you going to fuck me or not" he whispered urgently.

The boy looked at Conor, looked up at Sean, looked back at Conor. Then,
with trepidation still written across his face, he put his large hands on
Conor's hips and started lifting him up and down, popped out biceps
contracting and expanding as the boy bounced up and down on his meat.

If they had competitive cocksucking for the under fourteens, Conor knew he
would take the prize. He had a hyperactive tongue and he'd been deep
throating since he was six. He gave his dad a good one, all the while
jerking own his smooth hard cock in time to his bobbing head. He had to
remember not to come all over Conor's jersey, his dad thought.

The veins popped out in the thick neck of the American as he got his pump
on. His gym rat body was breaking out in a fine sheen of sweat. The boy
fucked with his mouth open, breathing hard, nostrils flared. He watched
intensely as Conor swallowed his old man's stick, the very one that had
squirted him into this world. Conor was like a pig in shit, sandwiched here
between two man-sized members, getting vertically spit roasted. His hand
went into overdrive on his cock, and he he was ready for takeoff. He
grasped his meat tight in his right hand and jerked it while also stroking
his dad, the American holding him in place with his cock and his hands on
his hips. Conor shot a handful of slightly milky cream, using his cupped
hand to catch every drop of his juvenile ball juice. For just a second his
tongue stopped on his dad's cock and he closed his eyes. Then he opened
them again and started back up sucking, offering his cupped right hand up
to Sean. The proud papa licked the nice load of juice right off his boy's
palm. The American teen let out a gasp at the sight.

Sean was next, tapping his boy on the shoulder to let him know he was going
to blow with a signal they'd used hundreds of times before. He pulled his
cock out so that just the head rested on Conor's tongue and gave the boy
gave it a few quick strokes with his left hand. Sean pushed my hips forward
and let rip, his copious load jetting into his son's mouth. It had been
eighteen hours since Sean's last nut, and he was topped off, so he gave the
boy a mouthful. The good boy swallowed every drop.

The American boy had seen enough. He lifted Conor off his hard dick with a
pop and stripped the condom off, revealing a big cut vein-y member. He beat
his meat with a few furious strokes and sent a stream into the air, barely
missing Conor's back as Sean pulled his son into his arms. Most of the
cream fell back across the teen's chest, staining his muscle shirt. One
dollop landed right on his cheek. He'd have some cleaning up to do. The
teen panted and whispered.

"It's... it's like a dream. A dream come true."

"Naw" Conor replied with an innocent, heart-slaying smile. "Just another
day in the park".

They sent the American boy back to his fat parents, drained and dazed, with
his shirt soaked from where he had washed his cum out. The Murphy's marched
right past him, and his eyes followed up back to the bench where Clara had
set up a yummy lunch for them. Sean gave his wife a deep sexy kiss, seeing
the lucky teen staring at him from a distance. Clara picked up on the vibe.

"What have you two been up to?"

'See that teen over there, with the wet shirt?"

"Yeah?"

"Our son just had him in the loo."

"What!"

"Don't worry, he practiced safe sex. I checked."

Clara looked her husband in the eyes, with a smile.

"I bet you did."

She kissed him again, this time slipping him her tongue and giving him a
nice grope on the crotch. Conor made puking sounds from behind them.

The Murphy's we still had another four or five hours til we got to their
destination, a massive nudist resort on the Dalmatian coast. No doubt,
Conor thought, there would be other chances to play around with a few sexy
strangers. It was like this whole new world had opened for him. He loved
fucking with his family, but Conor had reached that age where a boy goes on
a 24 hour permanent search for sex. He saw ass and pussy everywhere and he
was gonna taste some of it.

"Boys!" his father yelled to the twins and Benji. "Girls!"  "Let's eat!"