Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2021 20:58:41 +0000 From: Tex Colorado Subject: A More Perfect Union 4 Disclaimer: The following story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adults and minors. If you are not legally allowed to read such, navigate away from this page. Thank you to everyone who has provided feedback. I've said it before, but interacting with the readers of my stories has been a great joy, so please reach out if you'd like, texcolorado@protonmail.com. If you have not read any of the previous chapters, this story is written in a way that it is vignettes told out of chronological order. While reading the whole thing from the beginning will help, it isn't required, and each chapter stands alone as a complete tale. This section was re-written, hopefully for the better, but that is the reason for the delay between parts. Thank you to anyone who sticks with it! Please donate to the archive: donate.nifty.org. It is a great thing and reader contributions are what keep it alive. I hope that you enjoy Brian's visit to Arkansas, Tex A More Perfect Union 4 (b/b, m/b oral) Arkansas Chris was my first college roommate. It took awhile, and a fortuitous bottle of Jack Daniels, for us to finally hit on our mutual fondness for the dangly bits we were carrying around between our legs. By that time I had a decent amount of experience, while never "coming out" in high school, I had found my share of playmates, including straight guys who were hard up (which was all but about five of them in high school, truth be told). Chris, on the other hand, was caught off guard by these urges, hiding it well enough that I never picked up on them, and I don't think that Chris understood them either. But boy, when that bridge was crossed, it was intense to see eighteen years of sexual frustration explode in more ways than one. A lot of his reluctance came from his upbringing. Growing up in rural Arkansas, a true redneck as he liked to say, being gay wasn't even a real thing in his mind, it was just something that existed on tv in New York. He was able to keep that lie to himself until that great, booze-filled night that we finally uncorked that bottle, and, to his credit, he never looked back. Not much of this matters, except to explain my reason for visiting our next state. Chris loved the outdoors, and he had encouraged me to come camping with him in the Ozark National Forest. He sold me when he said that we could hike, mountain bike, kayak and then have time in the tent to screw each other silly the rest of the night. Ok, sign me up! Now don't worry, I'm not going to give you a detailed description of two twenty-somethings going at it in a cramped tent. That's a story for another category. What we're here to tell is the story of what happened late in the night when we were finished and exhausted, but I couldn't sleep until I cleaned up from the long day of outdoor activity and indoor carrying-on. We were at a campground, and one of the few features was a bathhouse, complete with bathrooms and hot showers, so while Chris sunk into a deep sleep, I decided to go wash myself up. It was really late, and I didn't see anyone on my walk over, so was surprised to hear a shower running when I pushed the door open on the dank, earth-toned tile facility. Just inside the entrance were the bathrooms, then a hallway in the middle between the sinks that led to the showers, which seemed to run parallel to the bathroom. I took a step in that direction, my towel and soap tucked under my arm when I heard the voices. "Just do it, it's not a big deal," came a high pitched voice. "No, y'all'r gross, Ima tell mom," came an even higher pitched one. "Don't be such a baby, I'll do it to you next." "You do it first, then," came voice number two. I had stopped in the short hallway to listen to this negotiation. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what was happening; he wasn't asking him to wash his back. "No. Come on. Fuck, just fucking do it you pussy," from boy number one, then the distinct sound of a struggle, signaling that voyeur time was over, time to make sure that no harm was being done. When I stepped to the back, there was much less privacy than I would have guessed, so I quickly came upon the pair tucked away in a three-sided shower stall with a inoperative curtain on the entrance. When I found them, I was able to see that big brother, I'm assuming from the threats to tell mom, was pushing little brother down to his knees. Big was probably twelve, based on the development of his hard penis. He was hairless, but his boner was growing, wider than a child and longer too, indicating some growth into puberty that hadn't shown up in the form of pubic hair. This lack of development had also carried to his scrotum, which was child-sized, tight against his groin in a small, single dome, neither testicle obvious to the naked eye. He was a little chubby, not fat at all, but he definitely had a bit of girth to him. His hair, and that of his brother for that matter, was shaved in a short crew cut, both boys looking to be sandy brown colored, but hard to tell with the short length. He had thin eyes and a somewhat pointed nose, making him look vaguely rodent-like. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't going into modeling either. Before he saw me, he was holding the littler boy down, holding his own hard cock in one hand while trying to force the other boy to take it into his mouth. The younger boy was having none of it, struggling against the bigger boy's grip, he looked to be about ten, slim, cute boyish features and a tiny, limp penis tucked above his equally tiny ballsack. He had slipped onto the shower floor, so was seated on his butt, his legs splayed sideways as he fought against his brother's sexual assault. "Hey!" I yelled when I saw the situation, "Leave him alone, what are you doing?" and I stepped to them and actually grabbed the bigger kid's arm and pulled it off of the young child's head. "He said `no', that's it," I lectured as I threw his arm down, the younger boy scooting his butt across the floor to get away, at least as far as the small stall would allow. I'll pause right now to explain something; you may be wondering what my play is here, obviously I don't have any scruples surrounding some unpopular sexual behavior, so was I faking outrage? No, not at all. I was a stickler for consent, and this type of forced sex was a non-starter for me. My blood was rising when suddenly the older boy looked at me in horror and began bawling. The complete breakdown caught me off guard and my anger went down a level, trying to figure out what was going on here. "I just wanna see how it feels," he choked out between literal sobs, "Uncle Rob makes me suck his pecker," he addressed to his brother, "he says that it's what li'l boys do, so he won't do it back," he tried to explain to both of us. Shit rolled downhill apparently. My ire had now moved to the referenced uncle, how can I blame a kid that's taught that it was an older kid's right to be blown and never to reciprocate. What a scumbag! And here I was staring at the wilting noodle that the older uncle should have been slobbering over instead of only worrying about himself. "Ok, ok," I said, "let's just settle down, I understand," I looked the two over, the younger still had wide eyes and looked half scared and half pissed. "So you're brothers I gather?" "Step brothers," the younger spit out, not excited to share blood with the other boy, "his mama and my pop are married," he explained. "And do you know what he was doing?" I asked. "Tryin' to do sex wi' me," the boy answered, "that's not what's s'posed to hap'n," he continued in a heavy accent. He was a mix of little boy, mush mouth more than southern. "Well, I don't necessarily agree with that, but what your uncle..." "His uncle!" the youngster shot back, "he ain't mine." "He's yours too, dumbass," the older boy jumped in. "Ok, enough of that," I addressed him, "you're in big trouble, so you need to be on your best behavior," I scolded the older boy. "First, what are your names?" "Billy," the younger boy piped up. "Joseph," was the answer from the older. "Ok, I'm Brian," I introduced myself, "so how about we work on a solution here," the boys both looked at me for what that may entail. "So what your uncle told you is bullshit," Billy giggled at the swearing, "he should be worshiping your body and making you feel good," I explained to Joseph, "then if you felt like it, you should please him. How old is this uncle?" "He's old, I s'pose `bout 20?" he told me, explaining a lot in my mind. "Ok, so he shouldn't be treating you that way. Not the fact that he's having sex with you, I've done lots of that myself," couldn't hurt to plant that seed, I thought, "but he shouldn't have forced you." Joseph wasn't responding, but had wrapped his arms across his chest as he seemed to wish to hide from me. "So I have an idea," I offered, "why don't you blow Billy," I said to Joseph, "then I'll blow you?" "Yeah?" Joseph questioned, "You'd do that?" "Hell yeah!" I blurted, "I'd fucking love it," but added, "but to keep it fair, you have to do it to your brother first, ok?" Joseph nodded emphatically, "And you won't tell?" "No way, will you?" I responded with I smirk. "No way!" I looked at the younger boy, a true child that I was worried would not be interested, and that was going to be the key to the whole deal. "Billy?" I asked apprehensively, "Do you like the idea?" "Yep!" he responded gleefully, squirming in place, "Thuck my peeny," he taunted in his childish way while he pushed his little hips forward and held on to his hardening cut prick, pointing it at the older boy. Joseph didn't hesitate now that this was a get-out-of-jail-free task. He'd admitted to doing it before to an adult, so this shouldn't be a problem, and he responded by getting on to his knees and taking over the cock holding from his step-brother. He started to lean forward when he stopped and looked at me, "Are you going to watch?" he asked me, Billy looking at me in the same uncomfortable way. "Hey, if you want, I can go into the next stall and take my shower," I offered, "I don't want to make you nervous." Both boys looked relieved, and waited in that position, Joseph on his knees, holding Billy's now stiff dick. His own penis beginning to swell again, peeking out between his clamped thighs. How I wanted to stay, but I understood and headed to the next stall, leaving them to their play. Over the sound of the water, I couldn't hear much from them, and believe me, I was trying. There was an occasional, "Ooh, yeah, it's ok," and some entreaties from Joseph to, "hold still, stop wiggling around." Finally, after only about two minutes, I heard a call of, "Ok, it's my turn!" I shut off the water, "Ok, I'm coming," I announced and dried off, but not having had time to do more than wash my genitals and ass, I decided against getting dressed. I wasn't opposed to exhibitionism either to be honest, and was happy to give these boys an eyeful as I walked around the corner with my half-chubbed penis leading the way. When I stepped into their stall, Joseph was standing too, both boys sporting steel-like erections as they watched me approach. Despite the amount of sex that I'd had in the tent earlier, this awesome sight brought me to full mast too. "You already finished?" I asked Billy as I walked up. "Joe said that it was his turn now," he told me in a pouting way, his spit-wet boner still at full attention and not looking satisfied. "I did it for awhile, he can't cum, so it was enough, it's my turn!" the older boy protested, practically squirming in his need to be the recipient. It made sense, the poor guy had only been an oral bottom, he had to be ready to explode. It was time to be equitable. "Let's do this, Joseph lay on your back, Billy, straddle him and stick your dick in his mouth," the boys moving into position before I even finished speaking, "cool," I said as I watched the young boy start to face-fuck his step-brother, "and I," I said happily as I got down on my knees between Joseph's legs, "get to try this tasty morsel," and took hold of the older boy's hard spike and gave it a squeeze causing him to jump slightly. Now, I don't like to be judgmental, because, to me, all boys are beautiful, but there are some that I find more attractive than others. Joseph, unfortunately, was not what you would typically think of as a good looking kid. But as I'd come around to sympathizing with his predicament, his beady, rodent look had softened, and I found him passably cute. The extra weight? Viva la difference, right? Sometimes it's nice to have a bigger belly to rub, some soft buns to squeeze, a little girth to press against you for more skin to skin contact. His immature little ballsack? I like things bite-sized, I was planning to start things there and trying to see if the whole scrotum would fit in my mouth. But there was one thing that didn't need any apologizing: his glorious, maturing penis. Firstly, it was hard in the way that only young boys are, so stiff it felt like it could snap off. It was not quite four inches long and plump, contrasting nicely with his step-brother who still had a little boy's cock. The skin was smooth and marble-white, then topped with a perfect pink glans, his hole opened slightly by the taught skin pulled by the sheer force of his erection. It was a beautiful thing and I couldn't wait to get it between my lips. Leaning in, just before my focus rested solely on the target of his small, tight scrotum, I took in the view above me; Joseph's ample belly rising up from his groin as he laid on the hard tile floor, his chest displaying the beginning of boy tits, topped with puffy nipples, but his face was hidden by the rapidly moving butt of Billy. His slim asscheeks were relaxing and tightening with each thrust into his brother's warm mouth, and the youngster was starting to get into it, small grunts accompanied his pants and moans as he gave it to Joseph. This was the last sight that I saw before all of my attention was laser focused on the cute little sack. I nudged his knees apart slightly and he raised his legs in response, placing his feet flat on the floor. Seeing him open like this was another level of thrill, his package on display for me, his dark anus even peaking out from his chubby thighs. Anticipating the feel of the wrinkles of his tight sack, I wasn't disappointed when my tongue touched him and was able to feel that bumpy texture as I bathed him with my saliva. As promised, I sucked the entire sack into my mouth, rolling each nut across my tongue as I caressed him and sucked his scrotum into me, his sack stretching slightly from his body, but not too far. Moving to the main course, I let his sack slide from my lips, lifted his balls with my fingers and pressed my tongue against his chubby perineum and moved upward, sliding over his balls and straight up his shaft, then took his stalk between my fingers and flicked my tongue across the spongy tip before sliding the twitching boner through my lips and not stopping until my nose was planted in his hairless pubic pad. I kept myself pressed into him while I wrapped my tongue around his hot preteen cock causing him to squirm and kick his legs. Above me, the ass of Billy was flying as he slammed into Joseph, his little balls dangling and hitting the older boy's chin with each plunge. Then suddenly he ceased moving and said, "Stop, stop, stop, I gotta pee!" Popping Joseph's cock out of my mouth, I told Billy, "Try not to stop, keep going, just let it feel good," knowing that he was probably mistaking the sensations of his impending first dry orgasm for an urge to pee, I hoped that he could overcome it and maybe achieve the ultimate reward. Although, for Joseph's sake I hoped that I was right, he wouldn't be the first pre-pubescent boy to let out a little squirt of piss when he was trying to cum. I was pleased to see his hips start moving again and heard the wet slurping of Joseph's experienced mouth, so I returned to the delicious task at hand. Sliding the hard cock back through my sealed lips, I started to work him in earnest. Seeing the younger boy have his way with his step-brother's mouth let me know that he wasn't going to last much longer even if he could orgasm. So I worked to bring the older boy off too. His warm piece of flesh was pressing into the roof of my mouth with each stroke of my lips, me in turn pressing my tongue to the underside of his penis, wrapping it two thirds of the way around. My hands roamed around his body, caressing the forbidden area just above his cock, loving the smooth skin there, unblemished by pubic hair. I ran each hand up over his belly in turn, stroking and kneading the soft flesh on my way to his small boy-boobs which I squeezed, fondled and pinched, tweaking each nipple with my thumbs until I felt the pointy little nubs respond. From in front of me I sensed a change of movement from Billy, and looked up to see him slow way down, his thrusts get out of rhythm as he slid his cock into Joseph's mouth with force. Then he must have either achieved orgasm or he had sensory overload, because he suddenly pulled his penis out of Joseph's grasp with a shudder and announced that it tickled too much. With his over-sensitive boner twitching, he got off of he step-brother and fell onto his butt on the tile floor, pulling the appendage away from his body to inspect the results of the last few minutes of oral pleasure. Joseph took his hands and put them behind his head so that he could look down at me servicing his tremendous cock. His face had changed completely, no longer looking like the villain from a kids movie with his beady eyes, he had somehow transformed into a kind looking boy now that his needs were being attended to. Sexual repression is a terrible thing, they should implement daily blowjobs for all boys starting in fifth grade as far I was concerned. Of course, I would gladly offer my talents to help with the cause. Now able to look into the child's satisfied eyes as I took his stiff cock between my lips, the situation was even more erotic. He took one hand from behind his head and started to hold mine as he "guided" me up and down his delightful shaft. As I mentioned, I had already had plenty of sex that night, but sitting here naked on all fours on a dirty tile floor while I fellated a steel hard twelve-year-old dick, his brother sitting next to us, also naked, watching in awe, all conspired to keep me at full hardness. It didn't take long for it to occur to me that this boy who had so much cock-sucking experience probably wouldn't mind giving me a bit of pleasure in return while I sucked him. So without letting him out of my grip, I began to turn around, first to his side, then finally placing a leg over his head so that I was straddling him, my hard cock bouncing inches from his nose, a glistening drop of precum bubbling out of my slit. I momentarily released his cock from my mouth, took hold of my own dick and pointed it toward Joseph's smiling lips. Like a baby bird, he opened up and I guided the tip into his warm mouth, the practiced child allowing me into him and twirling his tongue over my dickhead, lapping up my offering before letting me slide the first two inches into him, moaning, "Mmmm," and starting to slowly work my shaft. I returned to the horny boy's prick and knew that it was time to finish him. He actually seemed more excited with the addition of sucking my dick, and he was bucking his hips up to meet me. I held him in place and flicked the head several times causing him to jump and make muffled cries around the large cock plugging his mouth. Finally I slid back down, my lips smashed on his little balls, his tip not quite reaching my throat, then backed off and repeated, rapidly stroking the sweet young cock with my lips. Joseph was becoming more vocal despite being muffled by my dick, a series of grunts, mmmm's, and moans sending shivers up my spine as i felt the vibrations caress my penis. He was very good with his tongue, so as I slid only a couple of inches into him, the feeling of the young mouth was exquisite as he worked so hard to get me off. But he was the one that was about to blow, his hips again bucking up to meet me, the slippery shaft gliding through my sealed lips, my spit drooling down over his tiny sack. With a pop, I felt him pull my dick out of his mouth and let out a gasp of, "Hoh!" then had the presence of mind to slide the tip back inside and nurse hard on the tip as his orgasm began to arrive. His bucking up into me was losing its pace, his body almost spasming up into me when I felt his dick swell, saw his balls tighten even more and then he thrust one more time and I held him deep inside me as his cockhead flexed and I actually felt and tasted a surprising little spurt of thin, sweet boycum as it shot in my mouth. I then slid him out slightly to feel the second tiny emission hit my tongue square in the center as his cocktip flexed against the roof of my mouth. This surprising boy had kept me just inside his lips through his climax, and I was shocked when I realized that despite my earlier escapades with my friend Chris, I was suddenly losing control and was smashed with an approaching climax of my own. The combination of watching Billy get sucked, tasting the sweet boy below me, feeling his soft lips around my cockhead, the sweet taste of his thin shot of preteen jizz and now his tongue continually flicking across my glans, had me ready to blow. Lifting off of his spent unit, I got back onto all fours over Joseph and grasped the length of cock not between his lips and started to jerk myself quickly while he continued to attempt to milk my dick with his full lips. "Oh, shit kid, you're making me cum, shit!" I spit out as a surge grew starting from my exposed asshole and shooting through my dangling balls which were now laying on Joseph's nose, then finally almost painfully up my shaft as I roared, "Oh, yes, take it!" and the first shot surged out of me into the waiting mouth. Joseph made a surprised noise despite my warnings, and I could hear him work to keep up as volley after volley of warm cum emptied into the child. As the last spasms wracked my body I lifted up to look down at my dick buried inside the boy and saw my cum start to leak out of the side of his mouth and run down his cheek before he let the head slip out and pushed some of my cum out with his tongue. Then he sat up, sliding from between my legs and, while sitting in front of me now, he took a hard swallow of any seed that remained in his mouth. When he had finished he laughed, my semen running all over the lower half of his face, clinging to his chin in long drooling strings, "I thought that I was gonna choke on my back like that," he explained while laughing, "I didn't expect you to shoot!" "That was amazing, sorry that I got carried away," I apologized, "you just did such a good job." Joseph smiled proudly, "Thanks! And thanks fur suckin' me, that was crazy!" he beamed excitedly, making no effort to rid himself of the glazing across his face. It was one of the hotter things that I'd ever seen. "Why don't we clean up?" I proposed as I stood, went to the shower handle and turned it on, "We can all fit," I said, indicating that Billy, who had been staring at us the whole time with eyes like saucers, should come join us. "What did you think?" I asked the younger boy. He nodded his head, "For sure, I want y'all to do that to me!" "I think that your brother did just fine," I answered, "now you need to learn how to return the favor!"