Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2022 19:30:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: fantasywriter1@aol.com
Subject: "A Nifty Sort Of Education" (Gay - Adult/Youth)

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"A Nifty Sort Of Education"

	My name is Cole Williams, and this is my story. At the time this
story took place, I was 13 years old. I live with my mom, and her
boyfriend, Stan. I never met my sperm donor, and for the last eight years,
Stan has been like a father figure to me, as well as my best friend. In my
eyes, I am sort of deformed. I stand 4'11", and weigh right around 85
pounds. Not only am I short for my age, but I also look like I'm eight
years old, and not 13. I have long black hair that goes just below my
shoulder blades, and the top is cut close, and I keep the sides cut just
above my ears. I have green eyes and dimples on each side of my facial
cheek.

	More times than I care to remember, people always say I'm cute, and
some of the older boys at school have gone even further by saying things
like, "If you were a girl, I'd fuck the hell out of you," and "You're too
pretty to be a boy!" I'm not trying to sound like some narcissist with a
chip on his shoulders, but it is what it is, and that's just what some of
the guys say to me. The girls won't give me the time of day, and that's a
good thing, because I knew early on that I was gay.

	We live in a two story house, and I have the entire upstairs to
myself. I guess I was around 11 years old when I stumbled upon nifty dot
org. Oh my God, I think I read every story under the gay section titled
adult/youth. Even then, when I was 11, I would drool looking at some man's
crotch. Boys my age, or a little older, did absolutely nothing for me. When
I would read the stories, I would normally be naked, and I would jerk on my
little twig while pretending I was the boy within the story lines of the
story I was currently reading.

	My mom is a physician's assistant, and Stan owns his own electric
company. Due to my mom's varied working hours, it's usually just me and
Stan at home. Just for the sake of the story, Stan had never done anything
remotely close to sexual with me. If I wanted to throw the baseball, he
wouldn't hesitate to play catch with me. The same thing goes for football,
and basketball. Stan takes me fishing, to the movies, the mall, and
anywhere I want to go, and I couldn't feel any safer than I was when I was
with him.

	Right now, Stan is in his early thirties, and built like a
locomotive. He stands a good 6'3", and weighs a muscular 250 pounds. He
keep his brown hair cut in a crew-cut style, and his eyes are a bluish
green color. Stan also has a neatly trimmed goatee, and from head to toe,
he is definitely a man's type of a man. His black chest hairs bubble out of
the neck opening of his shirts, and when he wears shorts, the black hairs
on his muscular legs looks sexy as fuck! Yes, he's my mom's boyfriend, but
I've had a major crush on Stan for the last three or so years. More times
than not, I can't take my eyes off of his bulging crotch.

	The closest I've ever come to seeing Stan naked was when I would
catch him and my mom having sex. I would silently tip toe down the stairs,
and ease my way to their bedroom door. I couldn't tell you how many times I
saw my mom doing her best to suck Stan's 8.5 inch cock, and it looks
painfully thick too. I'd watch Stan's cock pound my mom's pussy to hell and
back, and to the best of my knowledge, I've heard Stan ask my mom twice to
let him fuck her ass, and both times my mom said, "Oh hell no, it's too
fucking big!"

	When I would beat my meat while reading a story on Nifty, not only
was I pretending the boy was me, but I was also fantasizing the man was
Stan. I couldn't even begin to say how many times I wished it was me Stan
was making love to instead of my mom. Speaking of my mom, she has an Amazon
account to which I have access to. When I order something for myself, I
mark it as a "gift," so when it comes in, I know it's for me. After having
read so many stories on Nifty, I began taking some notes. I researched
"enemas," and ordered an enema ball and some coconut oil. By present day, I
feel as though I have mastered the art of giving myself a deep cleansing
enema. And, up to now, I am still very much a virgin.

	A little after my twelfth birthday, my hormones seemed to have
kicked in to overdrive. I stayed horny twenty-four seven, and it was during
these times, I did incorporate some seductive moves on Stan, but the guy
didn't act on any of them. I would intentionally wear baggy gym shorts with
no underwear, and made sure he could see my dick and balls. Many times, I
did this, but not once did Stan say, much less, do anything. I've also done
this several times. When we were in the living room, he would be sitting at
the end of the sofa, and I would have my head on his lap, and I would
softly caress his thighs. Even then, Stan didn't show any signs that he was
even remotely interested in doing anything close to sexual with me.

	Oh yeah, and another reason why I say I am deformed is not only
because I am short, but so far, I don't have any pubic hair, or underarm
hair. Heck, I don't even have peach fuzz on my legs, or arms. Other than my
looks, the other part of me that gets plenty of compliments is my butt. Be
it true or not, a lot of the guys at school tell me I have a girls butt. To
me, it's just my butt! I know that when Stan and I play basketball, I use
my butt to rub up against his crotch. Not once did the guy notice I was
intentionally rubbing my butt on his crotch.

	It's summer, and school just let out, and I had turned 13 three
weeks ago. Like I said earlier, I a stay horny, and today was no
exception. I sleep naked, and my dick was hard as a board when I woke
up. Just so you know, when it comes to my dick, it's right at four inches
long, and it's sort of skinny too. I was circumcised at birth, and my pale
pinkish mushroom shaped cockhead is just a smidgen thicker than my creamy
colored shaft. When hard, it sticks out from my body with a slight upwards
curl. Below my dick are my balls, or what should be my balls. Just like the
rest of me, they are not an exception either. They're round and about the
size of a butter bean. They don't really hang down at all, but when you
look at them from the front, they sort of look like one ping pong ball. My
sac don't have any hair, and for the most part, it's kind of shiny.

	I made sure I gave myself a proper enema before taking my shower
knowing full well that my mom was already at work, and Stan was going to be
home. After showering, and still very horny, I put on my skimpiest short's
I could find. The bottom of my butt cheeks were actually visible, and the
front was so tight, you could see the outline of my dick as clear as day. I
had made up my mind that I was going to do whatever I could to entice Stan
into doing something sexual with me.

	Going downstairs, I ran into Stan in the kitchen. He was wearing
blue jean cutoff's, and nothing else. Seeing all that black man fur
covering his chest and stomach caused my little dick to become instantly
rock hard. Before saying a single word, just eyeing his awesome near naked
body made my mouth water. We did exchange good mornings, and I
intentionally walked by him to give him an eyeful of my butt. Standing at
the refrigerator, I shifted from side to side, making sure that my butt was
doing some kind of provocative dance for him just in case he was looking at
it.

	I turned my head to the right, and out of the corner of my right
eye, I saw Stan standing about four feet behind me, and he was eyeballing
my butt. So, I bent way over as if I was grabbing something from the bottom
shelf of the fridge, and swayed my ass back and forth for his pleasure. I
saw Stan's right hand reach over, and it looked like he was squeezing his
man meat. Seeing this sent chills racing up and down my back, and the more
he looked at my butt, the harder my dick seemed to be getting.

	There wasn't anything in the fridge I really wanted, and I knew I
couldn't stay in that position forever, so I stood up, and closed the
door. When I turned around, I saw Stan's eyes looking straight at my
crotch, and he would have had to have been blind not to see my straining
erection. I looked at his crotch, and it was definitely revealing one very
massive bulge.

	Since he was looking at my dick, I built up the nerve, and said,
"Ah man, my dick stays hard for some reason! I can't help it, cause it just
happens!"

	Stan seemed to have been startled back to reality, and after
clearing his throat, he replied, "Oh, um, not a problem Cole."

	I'd love to say I knew what I was doing, but at this point, I was
just winging it, and to keep things going, I asked, "Hey Stan, does your
dick stay hard too?"

	Stan shrugged his shoulders, and then said, "Um, well uh, it um,
has its moments I guess."

	Pointing at his crotch, I smiled while saying, "Gee, from the looks
of it, this must be one of those moments! Wow Stan, you much be packing
some serious beef to make such a whipping bulge. Dang, my mom must worship
that whopper all the time!"

	He was nodding his head back and forth, and then said, "Ummmmmmm,
only in my dreams!"

	I came back asking, "Dang, that's too bad! I figured she'd be all
over that whopper you have there. Just for giggles Stan, (I was pointing at
it) just how big as that thing?"

	As if in a trance, he responded by saying, "Eight and three
quarters!"

	Before I could utter another word, Stan must have came back to his
senses, because he said, "Whoa, wait a minute Cole! You don't need to know
how big my cock is!"

	I shot back, "Well, it's too late now ain't it, and besides, it's
just the two of us here, and there ain't no harm in us getting to know one
another a little bit better."

	Stan fired back, "I reckon not, but I'm not gay, and talking about
cocks between two guys sure as fuck sounds gay as hell to me!"

	It seemed as though he was getting a little agitated, so I took a
step closer, and while looking up and into his eyes, I said, "Maybe, but
then again, how's it going with you putting that big dick of yours into my
mom's ass? Oops, I already know the answer! It's not happening, cause she
says it's too big! Yeah, you wanna poke that ass cause it'll be a lot
tighter, now ain't that the truth? Oh, when was the last time she swallowed
your cum? Oh boy, I know the answer to that one too! Just like her not
giving you her butthole, she ain't about to swallow your cum either. Hey,
if that's good with you, then who am I to complain? Stan, you can say, or
do, whatever you want, and I'm not about to tell anyone, especially my
mom."

	His bulge seemed to have gotten a lot larger, and he looked at me,
and then said, "I'm going to go take a shower!"

	I watched Stan quickly walk away from me, dipping into the hall out
of my sight. I stood there wondering if I messed everything up, cause I
pert near came right out and begged for sex with him.

	***Note*** Stan had been fighting his own demons, and had been
doing so for the last couple of years. He had always thought Cole was cute,
but for the last couple of years, he watched the young boy morph into a
stunning beauty. Cole's tear drop shaped butt held his eyes captive every
time he saw them, and that had been on a daily basis. More times than he
could remember, Stan pounded Cole's mom's pussy while fantasizing about
Cole. About six months ago, things got progressively worse for Stan. He had
woken up around 1:00am to take a piss, and for whatever the reason, he
found himself standing next to Cole's bed, watching the boy sleep. It was
like his body was numb, and the perverted size of his brain controlled his
every move. Stan remembered easing back the covers all the way down Cole's
body until his eyes feasted on the boy's tantalizing, and gloriously shaped
butt. Cole was on his left side, and his right knee was curled up into his
chest, leaving his sealed crack staring back into Stan's mesmerized
eyes. The next thing Stan could recall was placing his nose hovering just
barely over Cole's crack, and breathing in the most enchanting, the most
refreshing, and the most highly addictive scent he had ever smelled. This
became an almost nightly event, and Stan recalled the first time he was
able to see Cole's erect cock. The boy was fast asleep as Stan placed his
face almost on the boy's erect tool. He saw then that Cole was completely
hairless, and he had even taken a couple of light swipes with his tongue on
Cole's balls. Just last week, Stan was in Cole's room, covers pulled down,
and his tongue was lightly swiping the delicious cockhead, and throbbing
shaft. Now, even as he was taking a shower, all Stan could think about was
Cole. If the boy only knew just how bad he wanted him, he wouldn't be
parading around half naked, and stirring up a conversation about his cock
size.***

	While Stan was in his bathroom, I did sneak up to their bedroom
door, but it was locked. Even now, my hard nail throbbed, and was throbbing
so hard that it was starting to ache some. My mind raced with sorted
thoughts, but mainly I was thinking about his cock violating my ass. I knew
full well that it would hurt, and hurt a lot, but in my mind, I was
mentally prepared for the pain. Since my mom wouldn't give him her asshole,
I most certainly would give him mine. From all the stories I had read, I
came to the conclusion that having his cock up my ass would hurt the first
few times, but then my ass would be more accepting. I was more than willing
to go through all the pain in order to eventually take his cock up my ass
with ease. Something else I had already made my mind up in doing, and that
was to swallowing Stan's cum. I may not know what it really tastes like for
myself, but I was more than ready to find out firsthand.

	***Stan had finished showering, and drying off, and his cock was
brickyard hard. He was contemplating on putting his shorts back on, but
decided to just wear his robe. He wasn't sure whether or not Cole knew what
he was doing, but just in case, he wanted to be ready if things escalated
into a full blown sexual encounter.***

	I was laying on the sofa, on my right side, watching television
when Stan walked in. I'm sure my mouth fell open when I saw him wearing a
short robe. He sat down at the end of the sofa, and as I always do, I
flipped around and placed the left side of my face on his lap. The fingers
of my right hand instinctively began traveling through all the black fur on
his right thigh. As time moved forwards, my fingers slowly traveled
upwards. Stan's robe fell open just a bit, and since my face was on his
crotch, I could not only feel his erect man meat, but could also see it as
it forced the robe to form a tent.

	Wanting to see just how far Stan would allow me to go, my fingers
grabbed onto the side of the robe, and slid it up and across his hard man
cock. I dang near fainted once I saw the monstrous cock up close and
personal. It was long, and whopping fat. The flared mushroom shaped
cockhead guarded over the creamy colored shaft like an umbrella, being even
thicker than the shaft itself. I could see a clear drop of precum oozing
out of his piss lips.

	Straining my eyes, I could see his large hairy balls, each being
the size of a chicken egg, all scrunched up between his legs. It was like
everything was in slow motion, and now my fingers were lightly exploring
his heavy hairy balls. Stan sat still without saying a single word, and I
knew he had to be feeling my fingers on his big balls. So, since he didn't
object, I kept on caressing them for a short while before easing my hand
onto his massively thick shaft. As soon as my fingers touched his cock, I
felt a surge of electricity shoot through my fingers, sprawling out
throughout my entire body. It was so rock solid hard, and yet, so mind
boggling smooth too.

	With my fingers as stretched as wide as they could, I was still
only able to hold less than half of his thick cock. Seeing more clear fluid
dribble out of his piss lips, I eased his cock towards my face as I leaned
up enough to scoop it up with my tongue. As soon as my tongue entered my
mouth, it was like my taste buds exploded with this unknown, never before,
taste. It was kind of salty, and gooey, but I knew then that I had to have
more of it. Seconds later, my wish was granted, and a large glob dribbled
out, and I didn't hesitate to lick it up. I actually heard myself moan as I
dined on his manly precum.

	After having scooped up a third helping of his precum, my tongue
went on autopilot and began licking all over his monstrous cockhead. At
first, I didn't even realize it, but Stan had put his right hand on the
back of my head. I leaned up some, and was doing my best to stuff his
massive cockhead into my mouth. I wasn't able to take it all, but my tongue
had just enough room to run wild. I heard Stan moan, so I figured I was
doing an okay job, so I kept on working on his thick cockhead while my
fingers danced freely all over his shaft.

	The position I was in was rather uncomfortable, so I slid off of
the sofa, and placed myself on my knees in between his hairy muscular
legs. Now, I had both hands on his cock, and was really getting into
working on his flowered cockhead. Stan was steadily supplying my mouth with
globs of precum, and I think I was actually humming as I ravished the head
of his cock. Stand now had both hands on the back of my head, and as I
continued to pleasure him, Stan said, "Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck Cole, we shouldn't
ummmmmmm, being uhhhhhhhhh, doing this! Aw fuck me, oh hell, yeah that's it
Cole, fuck yeah that's it baby!"

	My two pinky fingers were rolling around on top of his hairy balls
while the rest where fastened to his meaty cock. My mouth was hurting some,
and just when I thought about taking a little break, Stan held onto my head
as he yelled, "Oh God, oh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

	I had read many stories about it, but wasn't really prepared as the
first thick cum rope smacked the back of my throat. Had it not for his
hands holding my head, the force would have probably knocked my mouth right
off of it. After the first huge glob of man goo, a series of cum ropes shot
into my mouth, one right after the other. I could feel my mouth being
filled, and I knew the moment of truth was at hand, so I gulped down a
large portion, gagged as more cum came rocketing into my mouth.

	After gagging about three times, and coming to the conclusion that
Stan's gooey cum really didn't taste bad at all, I began chugging it down
as fast as it exploded into my mouth. It was slightly salty tasting, but
other than that, it really wasn't much to it. In fact, I could now hear
myself whimper as I swallowed more of his thick gooey nectar. I sucked out
the last droplet of his cum, and then Stan unexpectedly picked me up, and
placed me on my back on top of the sofa. He hoisted my legs into the air,
and before I knew what was happening, I felt his goatee tickle the inside
of my crack, and felt his nose pressing itself onto my butthole.

	Stan had me rolled up into a ball with my knees going over my head,
and pressing firmly into the cushion of the sofa. I heard him growl like a
bear as he sniffed my butthole, and although it was somewhat embarrassing,
I didn't say a word. I could feel the heat from his nostrils spray my
spread crack, and beat down on my exposed butthole. After several seconds,
and more like a couple of minutes, Stan rocked my world as soon as his
thick tongue introduced itself to my asshole. I had read about it, dreamed
about it, but nothing could have ever prepared me for actually feeling a
tongue slither all around my poop chute.

	He was growling like a bear, and I was whimpering like a deprived
puppy while my head was spinning out of control. Fireworks seemed to be
popping off inside my head, and the longer he greased my ass with his
tongue, the harder my body seemed to shake. In more ways than one, it felt
like I had died and gone straight to heaven. My world was being rocked
beyond any of my wildest expectations, and Stan obviously realized this as
well, because the more I whimpered, the harder he plowed his tongue into my
butthole.

	With my mind spinning the way it was, I don't know how long Stan
spent using his tongue to batter my asshole, but all of a sudden, I felt
his tongue slide into me, and almost instantly, I was drifting off to a
place I had never been before. I felt his tongue dive deeper and deeper,
and then twist and turn, probing and prodding, and sending more pleasures
shooting throughout my entire body; pleasures I never even knew existed.

	***Stan was now doing the very thing he had been dreaming of, and
that was eating out Cole's ass. Ever since he first sniffed the sleeping
boy's butt, eating out his ass was all he could think of. There was no
doubt about it, Stan was a true diehard butt man, and this boy's butt was
certainly a one-of-a kind if there ever was one. Cole's mom wouldn't even
allow him to touch it, much less put a tongue in it, so eating out Cole's
ass was a treat of a lifetime. Up until this very moment in time, Stan had
never done anything sexually related with another guy. In fact, the only
guy he had ever had a sexual fantasy with was none other than Cole, and now
that fantasy had just become a reality. As Stan dined on Cole's sweet
coconut smelling butthole, the thought of whether or not Cole's tiny
asshole would open wide enough to take his thick cock. In Stan's mind, at
this very moment in time, the thought of Cole not being able to handle his
cock never once crossed his mind. Stan already knew that it would only be a
matter of time before his cock would be plowing his girlfriend's thirteen
year old son's virgin ass. Stan had dined on plenty of ass in his day, but
none could compare to the one his tongue was now in. The boy's anal canal
was incredibly fiery hot, and the overall tightness of it sent goose bumps
popping up all over his body.***

	I was in a world of my own when I felt Stan's mouth suck in both of
my balls. Not only were my balls inside his mouth, but I could now feel one
of Stan's thick, long fingers plugging my asshole. His finger began
thrusting in and out, and if it were even at all possible, more vast
pleasures tore through my body like a tsunami. I don't even know if I was
saying anything, but I know I sort of grunted when I felt another finger
join the other one that was already whipping in and out of my butt.

	Moments later, Stan went from my balls, and was now making oral
love to my skinny boner. It felt like one massive explosion as my mind went
completely blank, and I had no clue what to do as my watery cum began
shooting ropes of cum into Stan's cock gobbling mouth. Yeah, I was no
stranger to busting a nut, but this was the first time I felt a mouth on
it, and with two fingers plowing my backside, this was the orgasm from
hell. I didn't think it would ever stop, and just as I thought I was coming
down, my body convulsed, and my cock shot out more cum.

	***Only in his fantasies had he ever tasted Cole's cum, and he even
questioned himself as to whether or not he would actually be able to go
through with it. When he felt the first rope of cum shoot into his mouth,
and then felt a rapid secession of cum bursts, he figured he would at least
make a concerted effort. The first small sampling revealed nothing at all,
so Stan swallowed a couple of more times. After the third sampling, Stan
realized there wasn't much of a taste at all, and since it belonged to his
fantasy lover, he told himself that Cole's cum was actually sweeter than
sugar. Now, as Stand swallowed, he was growling like a pissed off bear
lapping up a fresh batch of honey.***

	I could feel his weight bearing down on me, and the next thing I
felt was his lips on mine, and then his tongue darted into my mouth. First
of all, I had never been kissed like this before, and secondly, he had just
taken my load, but I was too far gone to care at that precise
moment. Mimicking him, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His face was
twisting and turning, and I could vaguely hear him moaning, and with the
truth being told, I was probably doing a lot of moaning too.

	We sucked tongue for a long, long time, and then Stan scooped me up
in his hairy muscular arms, and like a baby, he carried me upstairs to my
bedroom. I was in somewhat of a daze, and although I knew I was being
carried, I was still in a mind space I had never been before. I felt him
place me on my bed, and I guess I was under the impression that was going
to be it, but little did I know that Stan was really just getting started.

	***Stan went back downstairs, and retrieved some lube, and then
went back upstairs. His hard cock was swinging and bouncing with his every
move, and he was more than excited as to what was fixing to happen. When he
entered Cole's room, he grabbed a towel, and placed it under Cole, and then
grabbed a hand towel. Back on the bed, Stan shoved Cole's legs high into
the air, and when he pushed them over Cole's head, Stan took it one step
further once he realized Cole was very limber. Stan tucked both of Cole's
ankles behind the boy's head. Now, he sat back on his knees admiring the
ass he was getting ready to destroy while smearing the lube all over his
throbbing cock.***

	I was all balled up with my ankles behind my head, and grunted as I
felt what I thought was a couple of Stan's fingers shoot straight into my
ass. I could feel a mild burning sensation, but it really wasn't all that
bad, but when he put in one more finger, the fiery pain ripped through me
like a chunk of hot lead from a gun. It hurt, and I was whimpering
uncontrollably, and now Stan's three fingers darted in and out of my ass
fast and furiously.

	When he removed his fingers from my butt, I felt a warm rush of
mind boggling pleasure, but I will say this for the record. There is no
story, no amount of educational, or sexually oriented readings, that could
have ever possibly described what I was fixing to go through.

	I felt something huge press up against my widely exposed asshole,
and as hard as I tried, I wasn't able to get my eyes to focus. I kept
feeling the pressure increase, and did so up to the point that it was very
painful, and then it happened! Stan had forced his massively thick cockhead
into my rectum, and I know I must have been screaming at the top of my
lungs from the most intense gut wrenching pain I had ever felt before. It
felt like Edward Scissors Hand had just stuck his entire bladed hand up my
ass, and was stretching his fingers, and the blades were slicing into my
inner anal flesh.

	It hurt so bad that I could feel tears roll from my eyes, and each
time I inhaled, it felt like I was breathing in fire. With each fraction of
inch Stan shoved into my bowels, I felt every square thick inch, and the
pain wasn't subsiding at all, and in fact, the pain managed to become more
painfully intense. I know Stan was saying something to me, but it seemed
like his voice was a million miles away, and this point in my life, I kind
of wish I would just die so I could escape the pain tormenting me. Inch by
monstrously thick inch, Stan force fed his horse cock into my ass. It felt
like hours had gone by, very painful hours mind you, and the man was still
sinking more and more cock into my overly stretched rectum. I also broke
out into a cold sweat, or at least, it felt like it.

	I have no earthly idea just how much of his cock he had inside me,
but something inside my ass snapped, and his cock shot balls deep into
me. The ungodly pain that once surged throughout my entire body instantly
vanished, and now, now I was being ravished by pleasures no words could
ever begin to describe. Again, Stan would say something, but his voice was
too far away for me to make any sense of it. When I felt his fat monster
start to slide out of my ass, I did all I could do to propel my ass upwards
to keep a tight hold on it.

	***Stan's cock had drilled plenty of women's butts, but none were
as mind altering hot as the one his cock was now in, nor were any of them
anywhere as tight either. As he thrust his anal shredder in and out of
Cole's smoldering hot ass, Stan looked at the boy's gorgeous angelic
face. In some wicked and perverted way, Cole looked even more beautiful now
that his cock was inside the boy's ass.***

	A full minute hadn't gone by when I felt my body tense up, and
since my arms were being pinned by my own thighs, I desperately tried to
reach for my cock, but didn't come anywhere close to reaching it. As Stan
hammered his cock in and out of my ass, my cock erupted, spewing ropes of
watery cum all over my chin, chest, and stomach. My mouth must have been
open, cause some of my cum shot into it, but at this particular point in
time, I honestly didn't care, and swallowed it. Each time Stan reared back,
and sumo slammed his cock into my ass, my cock would twitch, and more cum
felt like it was shooting out.

	It was like someone else had taken over my speech, because I heard
myself screaming, "Yes, yes, yesssssssssssss! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!
Yesssssssssssss! Oh fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!"

	And that's precisely what Stan was intending on doing, If it were
even possible, he blistered my ass even hard, and a hell of a lot faster
than before. With each inward thrust, it felt like his cock was prying open
my throat, and then it happened again. I probably screamed bloody mercy as
my cum valve opened, and more watery goo came rocketing out.

	I don't know if my eyes were open or not, because the only thing I
could see was the bright lights from the exploding fireworks inside my
head. My orgasm seemed endless, and just when I thought it was slowing
down, my body would rumble, and I felt more cum being squirted. Through it
all, Stan didn't let up, and was pounding my ass hard and heavy.

	Since time wasn't a factor, nor any concern of mine, I have no idea
just how long Stan blistered my ass with his monstrous cock, but the time
had come when I felt him pull his cock out, and then he unhooked my ankles,
and softly lowered each leg onto the bedding. I did feel his lips on mine,
but it seemed more like his lips were on someone's lips other than mine. I
had read many stories where a young boy such as myself journeys to Space
Mountain, well, that's exactly where I was at the present moment. For the
first time in my life, I felt as though I was at peace with myself.

	For who knows how long later, but my eyes started focusing, and as
I looked around the room, I saw Stan leaning on his left side, staring
right at me smiling. His manly voice didn't seem so far away now as he
asked, "How was it? How's that sweet ass of yours?"

	My mouth felt dry, and my voice cracked as I replied, "I um, it was
um, uh, fantastic! My ass, well it um, it stings something awful."

	Stan, still smiling, whispered, "That'll go away, and that sweet
ass of yours will come to love my cock in it, and that's a promise! I don't
have to tell you, but your mom can't never find out about this, or we will
both be in some deep shit."

	In response, I replied, "I know, and I won't ever tell her!"

	Stan was rubbing my chest and stomach with his left hand as he
spoke, "Cole my boy, I'm gonna make you my cock bitch! Whenever I want it
sucked, you'll suck it, and whenever I want that hot ass of yours, you'll
offer it to me without hesitation, is that understood?"

	I didn't know if he was really serious, or just playing around, so
for the game of it, I replied, "You're the boss, and I'll do whatever you
want, whenever you want!"

	Stan pecked me on the lips, and then rolled off the bed to go take
a shower. I stayed in bed a good fifteen minutes, and when I tried to
stand, my legs kept buckling. It was then that I had a tremendous urge to
go and have a bowel movement. It was a hell of a struggle, but I made it to
the toilet just in times as Stan's thick gooey cum exploded out of my
aching butt. My asshole felt like it was on fire, and was stinging
something awful.

	Just to make certain I expelled all of Stan's cum, I gave myself a
quick enema, and then proceeded to take a shower after brushing my
teeth. Even the water stung my asshole when it hit it, not to mention, when
I was cleaning it with the soap. My legs were still a bit wobbly, but I
managed to finish my shower without busting my ass. After drying off, I put
on some tight fitting shorts and was just about to go down the stairs when
Stan, standing at the bottom, said, "No, no, no, oh hell fucking no my
little cock bitch! From now on, when it's just the two of us, you'll NOT be
wearing any clothes, is that understood?"

	I agreed, and went back to my bedroom, and removed my shorts. Bare
bones naked, I walked down the stairs, and had just walked into the living
room. Stan was sitting on one end of the sofa, and just as I was getting
ready to walk by him, and with a more commanding voice, he said, "Stand in
front of me! (I did) Good cock bitch! Now, I will explain these rules to
you once, and only once. If you violate a rule, you will be punished. The
first rule has already been told to you. When it's just us here, you will
have no clothes on! The second rule is just as simple. When I speak to you,
your last word will be SIR! It will either be yes sir, or no sir, so don't
fuck it up, or you will be punished! The third rule is a simple one for my
little cock bitch to remember! You will address me as daddy! The fourth
rule is for you to obey my every command, and do so without hesitation. Any
slight hesitation on your part will result in immediate punishment. There,
those are the rules. Do you think you can remember and adhere to those
rules my little cock bitch?"

	For the first time ever, I was now seeing Stan in a way I had never
seen him before. He was looking all serious, and this whole thing was kind
of strange to me, yet, somehow exciting too. But, while my mind was doing
it's best to absorb everything, I violated a rule by hesitating, and
because of that, Stan had me lay across his lap.

	I felt Stan's right hand caress my butt cheeks, and then in a
demanding voice, asked, "Do you know why I must punish you?"

	Like I a complete idiot, I replied, "Yeah, I hesitated!"

	Holy shit was that a painful mistake, cause he held me down with
his left hand while his right hand slapped the starch out of my ass. Over
and over again, his hand slapped my butt, and the pain was one mixed with
stinging and burning. He literally tore my ass up, and when he finally
stopped, he angrily asked, "Now, my little cock bitch, do you know why I
punished you?"

	I'm pretty certain I was crying at this point, and through
sniffles, I answered, "Yes daddy, yes sir! I hesitated, and then I didn't
end my sentence with sir, sir! Please daddy, please don't spank me no more
sir, please sir, no more sir! I promise daddy, I will be a good little cock
bitch sir, I will sir, I swear it sir!"

	Whew, he did stop, and was now rubbing my butt with his right
hand. That's when it hit me that I had read a couple of stories on Nifty
where a boy my age was basically a slave to the adult, doing everything he
said, and whatever he said. As Stan rubbed my butt, he said, "Yeah, you'll
make a perfect little cock bitch, uh huh, a mighty fine one at that! It
won't be long before you'll be begging for my cock, and I'll give it to
you, but only if you are fucking deserving of it. Yeah, this is such a
sweet fucking ass, and I'm gonna breed this mother fucker on a daily
basis!"

	Not really knowing what to say, I took a chance and said, "Yes
daddy, I'm yours sir, all yours sir! I felt his hand depart from my ass,
and for a second, I braced myself to feel the sting of his hand, but then I
felt the fingers of his left hand pry open my cheeks, and though be it it
hurt like the dickens, but Stan had shoved one of the fingers of his right
hand straight up my butt. He must have used his own spit for lubricant, and
was now finger fucking my ass while saying, "Fuck yeah, my little cock
bitch's ass is fucking hot, and tight as a mother fucker! Yeah, get used to
it boy, get fucking used to my fingers digging inside this sweet mother
fucking ass of yours!"

	I was wincing from the sharp pain, but fought back the urge to say,
or do, anything that might cause another spanking. As if I wasn't already
in enough misery, but Stan shoved a second finger up my ass, and now was
finger fucking my ass without any care or mercy. After several minutes of
whipping my ass with his fingers, Stand ordered me to go get him something
to drink.

	My asshole was on fire as I poured him a glass of sweet tea, and
then stood before him as I handed it to him. He put the glass of tea on top
of the coffee table, stood up, and removed his shorts, and then sat back
down. His cock was soft, and even soft, it was still super thick and jutted
out of his pubic bush a good four inches. He looked at me, and then barked,
"Don't just stand there boy, my cock is cold, so warm the mother fucker up
with your mouth!"

	As I sank to my knees, I quickly replied, "Yes daddy sir!"

	Being that it was soft, I was able to get more than just the beefy
head into my mouth. Stan barked once more, "Good cock bitch, but I had best
start feeling a tongue on my meat!"

	Without hesitation, I bathed his cock with my tongue while I warmed
his meat with my mouth. The longer I held his slowly growing cock in my
mouth, the more I was able to get inside. Soon, I was able to swallow all
five inches, and my nose was breathing in the scent steaming from his thick
pubic bush. While I sucked on his meaty sausage, I was thinking about all
that was transpiring. I had to admit, I was thoroughly enjoying being his
little cock bitch, as well as being his sex slave.

	***Stan was now doing something he had been dreaming of for as long
as he could possibly remember. He loved being a dominant top, but none of
the women he had ever been with were not participants. Cole's mom sure as
hell wouldn't put up with it at all. Now, it was though his dreams have
come true with Cole. Sitting on the sofa watching the gorgeous naked boy
suck his cock made him feel as though he were the king of the world. Cole
was now, without a question of doubt, his little cock bitch, but Stan
didn't know how far Cole would play along, and he had other ideas
formulating inside his head as to ventures he had fantasized about, but
never actually had the chance to perform. The only difference was that his
dreams had involved women, but now in the world of reality, it will be a
young, gorgeous, 13 year old boy who will be his sex slave.***

	I must have sucked his cock for well over 10 minutes before Stan
ordered me to stop, and to go get something to drink, and then told me to
go get in my bed, and wait for him. I did as ordered, and I was in my bed,
on my back, and my legs were slightly spread. I had no idea what Stan was
planning, and all I could hope for was that it did not include anymore anal
sex. My asshole just hurt way too bad for any further abuse. As the seconds
ticked by, my heart pounded harder and harder in anticipation of what yet
was to come. I was a little scared, and excited too, all at the same time.

	Stan entered my room stark naked carrying a large leather tote
bag. He put the bag on top of my bed, and stood at my left side just
staring at me. I dare not move, and for that moment in eerie silence, my
body began shaking uncontrollably. Stan smiled, and then asked, "Do you
trust me?"

	In response, I said, "Yes daddy, I trust you sir!"

	I watched as he fumbled through the leather bag, and brought out a
leather strap with an attached cuff. Stand walked over to my right side,
and placed the padded cuff around my wrist, and secured it. I looked on as
he placed the other cuff onto the bed post, and then he pulled a leather
strap causing my right arm to draw close to the bed post. He did the same
thing to my left wrist, and the only thing I could move was my fingers. I
still didn't say a word as he raised my right leg into the air, and placed
a cuff on my right ankle. He lifted me up, and shoved a pillow under the
lower part of my back, and then he placed the other cuff on one of the
wooden rails on my headboard, and pulled the leather strap. My foot was now
over my head, and aiming itself close to my right wrist. Stand did the same
thing to my left leg, and now I was secured, ass up straight into the air,
and still had no idea what he had in store for me.

	For whatever the reason, as Stan secured me to my bed, my dick had
become as hard as a stone. He stood at my right side, and then said, "You
will warn me when you get close to busting a nut, but whatever you do,
don't you fucking cum. If you cum before I allow you, I will be forced to
spank your ass so fucking bad you won't even be able to walk! Is that
understood?"

	I replied, "Yes daddy, I understand sir!"

	Stan grinned, and then said, "That's a good little cock bitch!"

	I watched Stan drop to his knees, and he leaned forward and sank
his mouth into my hairless right armpit. I felt his teeth, and then his
tongue, and it started off kind of ticklish. I tried to squirm, but was
unable to move, and the more I winced, the harder his teeth sank into the
flesh of my sensitive armpit. While his teeth clamped down on my armpit,
his tongue swirled wildly, and to further add to my misery, Stan reached
over with his right hand, and his fingers started pinching, and pulling, on
my right nipple. Now, I was torn with being somewhat tickled, a dull pain
from his teeth in my armpit flesh, and a burning pain caused by him pulling
and pinching my right nipple.

	Every square inch of my body was tingling, and I didn't know
whether to cry from the pain, or whimper from the spine tingling
pleasure. My world was being evenly divided by both pleasure, and pain, and
this was definitely all new to me. When Stan finally stopped gnawing on my
armpit, I was temporarily relieved, but then his mouth went straight to my
right nipple, and oh my God, when his teeth bit into my flesh, and his
tongue started slapping the shit out of the very tip of my nipple, I damn
near went bat shit crazy! It hurt like hell, but in some odd, and
unexplainable way, it felt pretty darn good too.

	Every so often, I would feel Stan's teeth bite down on my nipple
harder and harder, and all I can say is that the harder his teeth sank into
my flesh, the more I was loving it. A short time later, Stan backed away
from my nipple, and I am pretty certain I was panting at this point. He
then started licking the bottom of my right foot, and holy fucking hell did
that ever tickle. To further add to my woes, Stan started biting the bottom
while using his tongue to lick. I was grunting and wincing the entire time
from the pain mixed with some weird kind of pleasure.

	After a lengthy time, Stan went over to my left side, and went to
work sucking, biting, and licking my left armpit. He did the same thing to
my left side as he had done to my right. While he worked on my armpit, his
fingers pulled, and pinched, my left nipple. What seemed like forever, Stan
finally stopped, and I was having a rather difficult time breathing. I had
never experienced anything like this in my life, and in more ways than one,
I loved every second of it.

	My eyes were teary, and I could barely focus, but did watch as he
crept up to my upwards jutting asshole. His nose went straight on it, and
he was breathing in my anal scent. With his nose still planted on my
asshole, Stan said, "Your asshole sure does smell mighty fucking sweet,
kind of like coconuts!"

	Panting heavily, I replied, "Thank you daddy sir!"

	As soon as I mumbled "sir," his tongue stabbed my asshole, and
began wildly slithering all over it. I gasped, and then whimpered as his
tongue performed one of the greatest magic acts of all time, or at least,
in my eyes anyways. The stinging I once felt on my asshole was now replaced
with pure heart pounding pleasure. The pleasure was so consuming, that I
even heard myself moan and hiss as to the over abundance of joy his tongue
was now providing me with.

	I let out a prolonged grunt as his tongue shot inside my ass, and
now with his tongue digging around inside me, Stan latched onto my hard
dick with his right hand, and started slowly jerking it. My head literally
exploded with fireworks, and I could feel the pleasures working from my
toes, spiraling all around, and was nearing the base of my cock. I cried
out, "I'm ummmmmmm, I'm close sir! Daddy, I'm really um, uhhhhhhhhh, oh
God, close sir!"

	Thank God he released my dick, because I was dangerously close to
blowing my wad. Even though his fingers left my dick, his tongue was still
rooting away inside my ass. For the next thirty or so minutes, Stan would
jerk on my dick, I'd warn him, and he would back off each time. My balls
felt like they were about to explode, and with his tongue still probing my
butt, Stan used his left hand to grope and caress my aching balls. He
reached up my body with his right hand, and started pinching my left nipple
while also twisting it.

	It honestly seemed like the more pain I felt, the more I loved it,
and Stan must have picked up on this as well. From left nipple to right,
back and forth, he pinched, twisted, and pulled as if he were trying to
snatch them off of my chest. The hand on my balls started squeezing them
harder and harder as time traveled forward, and that numbing gut wrenching
pain also sent a mixed array of pain and pleasure shooting throughout every
square inch of my trembling, restrained, body.

	At some point in time, and thankfully enough, Stan released my
balls and went back to jerking my aching love muscle. It didn't take long
at all for me to warn him once again that I was getting close. By now, we
had been at it for a good hour, and I honestly didn't know how much more I
could take. Stan finally asked the question I had been inwardly begging
for, "Does my little cock bitch want to cum?"

	Still panting, but almost yelling, I replied, "Yes daddy, oh God
yes please sir! Please daddy, please let me cum sir, please sir!"

	I heard him snicker as he said, "No, not fucking yet!"

	I could barely see due to my eyes filled with tears as he sat up on
his knees and fumbled through the leather bag once more. I didn't see what
he had in his hands, but then I felt him wrap a thin leather strap around
my throbbing boner, and then felt him wrap the leather around my right
ball, and then wrapped it around the left one. He must have tightened them
up, because the leather around my dick got really tight, and so did my
balls, but my balls were also being pulled to the sides, separating them
mighty painfully.

	I was wincing from the pain stemming from my separated balls, and
it also felt like my cock had swollen twice its normal size. I felt Stan's
mouth enclose around my right ball, and then felt his right thumb softly
caress my right aching jewel. From right ball to left, Stan took turns
sucking each one while allowing his tongue to bathe each one in his
saliva. Every so often, with his mouth trapping my ball, he would pull on
it, sending more and more pain shooting throughout my shaking body.

	When he got his fill of sucking my balls, Stan went back to work
sucking my dick while lightly swatting my bloated balls with his open
hand. Each time he swatted my balls, I got the urge to want to throw up,
but thankfully, I didn't. His mouth felt so good bobbing up and down on my
dick, but the strap choking my dick must have done what it was intended to
do, and the urge to cum just wasn't there, or at least, not just yet
anyways.

	Stan sucked my dick for a good little while, and when I felt like I
was getting close, I warned him. He immediately stopped sucking my dick,
and then went straight to tongue fucking my asshole once more. Back and
forth, Stan spent a long, long time rotating between sucking my dick, and
ravishing my ass with his tongue. I know I was crying, and I had to cum so
bad that it was rather painful. Each time he sucked on my dick, he would
always slap my aching bloated balls, and every so often, he would latch
onto them, and squeeze the shit out them. This too almost caused me to
vomit.

	***Stan was eating out Cole's ass once more, and his eyes glanced
over at the clock. Cole's mom always called before leaving work, and he
knew he didn't want to keep things going all the way up to the last
second. He also knew that by keeping Cole on the very edge for such an
extended amount of time, when he did cum, it would certainly be the mother
load. Stan was mentally preparing himself to swallow all of Cole's cum, so
he pulled his tongue out of the boy's deliciously sweet ass, and went back
to work sucking Cole's suck-able cock. This time around, he dribbled all
over his left middle finger and index finger. While his mouth was
frantically working on the boy's cock, he pushed both fingers straight up
Cole's ass, drawing a loud gasp from the boy instantly.***

	When his two fingers shot inside of me, I instantly felt a sharp,
fiery pain. His mouth working on my boner felt great, but I really wasn't
expecting Stan to shove two of his long, thick fingers straight up my butt,
and once he did, he began plowing his fingers in and out of my butt a mile
a minute. Even though my ass was on fire, his thrusting fingers (I learned
about a prostate from reading all of the stories on Nifty) were also
stimulating my swollen prostate.

	This next part is a bit fuzzy, but as I felt my orgasm nearing, I
warned Stan, but he kept on sucking my cock. I recall the first cum cannon
as it ripped out of my closed piss lips. It felt as though my piss lips had
been torn apart, but as the first cum rope torpedoed out of my cock, a butt
load more followed. By now, I was far off into another world as the cum
exploding out of my cock seemed endless.

	***Stan contained the boy's watery offering in his mouth for as
long as possible, but more and more cum came jetting into his mouth, so he
opened his throat, and dined on the virtually tasteless load. By the time
Stan had managed to clear his mouth of Cole's cum, more cum came pouring
in, so he started swallowing as he spurt shot into his mouth. As soon as
the last of the boy's delicious cream was gliding down his throat, he felt
Cole's cock swell repeatedly, and more watery honey came firing into his
mouth. Once again, he had sucked out the last soothing droplet, and was
still using his mouth and tongue to make oral love to the boy's heavenly
crafted cock. Much to his surprise, and liking, Cole's cock blasted another
series of short spurts, all of which landed directly into his mouth.***

	***After having just swallowed three delicious rounds of the boy's
watery cum, Stan backed his mouth off of Cole's flaccid noodle while easing
his fingers out of the boy's ass. Stan's cock was already hard, so he
poured some lube on it, and then smeared it all over his thick beast. The
fingers of his left hand were already slippery from the lube, so he shoved
two fingers into the boy's rectum, twisted and turned, and then thrust them
in and out several times before pulling them completely out. Stan wiped the
excess lube off with a hand towel, and while it was obvious Cole was far
off into another world, he placed his massively thick cockhead onto Cole's
anus, and shoved. The head popped in, so he proceeded to inch his cock into
the boy's canal. Cole was grunting and whimpering, and then his vocal
chords made a series of hissing sounds.***

	Though be it I was still deeply lost in my own little world of
euphoric bliss, but I could still feel the searing pain as his cock forced
its way up my butt. The mammoth beast felt like it was shoving my guts
around to make room as it traveled deeper and deeper, and as much as I
desperately tried to wiggle the pain from my body, the restraints did their
job, and stopped me dead in my tracks. I felt his heavy hairy balls slap
the crack of my ass, and without giving me any time to adjust to his
humungous cock, Stan went buck ass wild, and started bashing his cock in
and out of my ass as fast, and as hard, as he possibly could.

	Several agonizing painful minutes later, the mind searing pain
evaporated, and my body was now being flooded with pure toe curling
pleasures. Every so often, I could hear Stan say something, but his voice
seemed so very far, far away that I wasn't able to make out a single
word. The harder his cock pounded my overly stuffed ass, the more pleasures
shot throughout my entire body. Once again, and this part too was a bit
fuzzy, but it felt as though I was now enduring the most intense orgasm of
my life. It felt as though the orgasm exploding in my body was non-stop,
and as each hammering thrust from Stan's cock slammed itself into my
bowels, the more intense my mind altering orgasm lasted.

	***Stan had been so worked up, that after just passing the four
minute mark, his cock was now unleashing a steady flood of man goo deep
into the boy's rectum. Stan was in pure beast mode now, and even as he
slung out the last cum drop, his cock stayed rock solid hard, and now his
thrusting was more animalistic than ever. As his cock whipped in and out,
Stan's eyes remained glued to the boy's gorgeous face. Even with the air
conditioning on, Stan was dripping wet from sweat as he violently assaulted
the boy's young teenage rectum with maniacal brute force.***

	It seemed like hours, and for the entire duration, it was as though
I was enduring the longest orgasm anyone could ever hope to have in their
life. But, at some point, Stan had removed the restraints, and now I was on
my back, and still too far gone to care about anything. I could feel my
body shake, and shake violently, and every square inch of my body was being
electrified by sheer spine tingling pleasures.

	I'm not certain as to how long I was out of it, but when I started
coming back to reality, that's when the pressing urge to have a bowel
movement hit me. I rolled out of bed, and had to hold onto the wall in
order to make it to the bathroom. What goes in must come out, and boy oh
boy did Stan pump my ass full of a lot of cum. I didn't think I would ever
finish expelling his cum out of my ass, and the entire time it was coming
out, my asshole was literally on fire.

	I had to hold onto the counter in order to brush my teeth, and
instead of taking a shower, I decided to soak my aching, and still shaking,
body, in the tub. While the tub was filling up with mildly hot water, I
poured in some coconut oil. When the tub was full, I stepped in, and slowly
submerged my body into the water. The water stung my asshole something
fierce, and I had to constantly raise up and lower myself just to be able
to finally sit all the way down.

	I had been in the tube for about twenty minutes when Stan walked
in, and sat down on the lid of the toilet. At first, he just looked at me,
but then a smile slowly crossed his face. He sat there for a few seconds,
and then said, "Cole, you are so unbelievably gorgeous, and I mean that
with all my heart. I can't thank you enough for today, and please be honest
with me, but how did you like it?"

	His manly voice was soothing, and I replied, "I loved it daddy,
sir!"

	Again, he sat there smiling, and several more seconds went by
before he spoke again, "That's my little cock bitch! You know, we have to
stop all of this shit when your mom gets home, right? (I agreed by saying
yes sir) Good, and she'll be home in about forty minutes, and tomorrow is
another day. Do you still want to be my little cock bitch tomorrow?"

	I quickly replied, "Oh daddy yes, yes please daddy sir, and the
next day, and the day after that daddy sir!"

	Stan asked, "How much longer are you going to soak in the tub?"

	I answered, "Daddy, I was fixing to get out sir!"

	He looked at me, and then said, "Good, pull the plug, and just sit
there!"

	I obeyed, and pulled the plug, and sat perfectly still with my eyes
locked on his. No words were exchanged, and the tub was almost empty. Stan
raised his voice while saying, "Sit straight up, close your eye, tilt your
head back, and open your fucking mouth wide! Now my little cock bitch!"

	Once more, I obeyed his every command, and was sitting in the tub
with my head tilted backwards, eyes closed, and had my mouth as wide open
as I could get it. Stan's rough voice sounded, "Do not, I repeat, do not
open your fucking eyes!"

	About that time, I felt a hot liquid spray the left side of my
face, and then a hot stream went straight into my mouth. I dare not
swallow, and I could tell from the smell, Stan was now pissing on
me. Knowing his piss was puddled inside my mouth caused me to gag, and in
doing so, some of it went down my throat, causing me to gag some more, and
that too caused me to swallow even more. By the way his hot piss was
landing, and even though my eyes were closed, I knew Stand was
intentionally pissing into my mouth.

	His stern voice blasted into my ears, "Drink it boy, drink my
mother fucking bladder juice like the good little cock bitch you are! Fuck
yeah boy, lemme see my little cock bitch drink my hot piss!"

	I swallowed more, gagged, and then forced some more down my
throat. It was hot, really salty, and was going into my mouth like an open
faucet. I could feel his hot piss running out of my mouth even though I was
doing my best to swallow as fast as I possibly could. I was so thankful
when his piss slowed to a trickle, and then completely stopped. Stan stuck
his flaccid cockhead into my mouth to make sure I had sucked out all of his
piss. When he was satisfied enough, he yanked his cock out of my mouth.

	He looked down at me, sort of snarled, and then said, "You spilled
a lot of my piss, and now you must be punished! Bend over, and grab your
ankles, and do not fucking move!"

	I was trembling out of fear, and knowing that my butt was still wet
from soaking in the tub, I already knew that his bare handed slap on my
butt was going to hurt, and hurt like hell. I obeyed his command, and no
sooner than I had grabbed my ankles, Stan stung my ass with one hell of a
stinging slap. Before I could catch my breath, he delivered a rapid series
of slaps, and my ass was on raging fire.

	I have no idea how many slaps he delivered, but when he stopped, he
said, "Now, take a shower to wash my piss off of you, and remember, we
can't tell your mom anything, is that understood?"

	Okay, I was crying, no, balling my eyes out from the stinging
taking place on my butt. Through sniffles and sobs, I replied, "Yes daddy
sir, I won't say anything sir, I promise daddy sir!"

	As soon as the water hit my ass, the stinging magnified itself ten
times over. I struggled through my shower, and after I dried off, I brushed
my teeth. In fact, I scrubbed them as well as my tongue to get the taste of
his piss out. While I was brushing my teeth, I came to realize that the
taste of his piss really wasn't all that bad. When I finished up in the
bathroom, I put on my usual shorts for bed, and a pull over t-shirt. My
body was still tingling, and my legs felt so rubbery, but above all, my
asshole was burning as if it were on fire.

	Going down the steps, I had to hold onto the railing so I wouldn't
fall. With each step, it felt like my legs were going to give out. Stan was
in the kitchen preparing a meal when I walked in. He turned to look at me,
smiled, and then told me to have a seat. As soon as I gently placed my
aching ass onto the chair, Stan walked up to me, and planted his lips on
top of mine, and his tongue dove wildly into my mouth. For the next several
minutes, we kissed, and did so with pure heartfelt passion.

	When my mom got home, everything was as it always had been, so she
never suspected anything. I went upstairs to go to bed, and before going to
bed, I used the bathroom, and more of Stan's cum came squirting out. Just
for good measure, I gave myself a quick enema, and when nothing but the
water and coconut oil exited my butt, I peeled out of my clothes, and was
more than grateful to ease myself into bed. I sleep on my stomach, and it
didn't take long at all before the day's activities had worn me out to the
point that I was fast asleep in no time at all.

	Just for the record, I am a pretty hard sleeper, and when my eyes
opened, and glanced at the clock, it was 1:22am, and Stan was on my bed,
and his cock was balls deep up my ass, and he was fucking the starch out of
me. I buried my face into the pillow to stifle my sounds as he blatantly
pile drove his cock in and out of my butt. He grunted and growled, and
said, "Your mom wouldn't give me no pussy, so I figured I'd visit my little
cock bitch, and get me some good quality ass instead!"

	Oh my God did it hurt, and I do mean hurt like a mother fucker!
Stan didn't let up until he coated my insides with his thick and gooey cum,
and when he flung the last of it inside me, he pulled out, patted my aching
ass, and said, "Now, I can go and get me some good sleep!"

	He left me just as he had found me, flat on my stomach. I had to
force myself to roll out of bed, and my asshole felt like someone had
poured gasoline on it, and lit the fucking thing on fire. I sat on the
toilet, grimacing from the pain as his cum started departing out of my
ass. Had it not been for the searing pain, I would have probably fallen
asleep on the toilet, but after some thirty minutes, I finally finished up,
washed my hands, and climbed back into bed.

	It was around 7:00am, and I was up, and was just getting ready to
take a shower when Stan walked in. He looked at me, smiled, and then said,
"Damn boy, you look so mother fucking delicious! Alright, plans have
changed, and I have to go to work. Your mom will be heading out in a few,
but I'm going to try and leave early so we can continue what we
started. Does my little cock bitch want some more?"

	Knowing my ass had a little reprieve from his thick cock, I smiled
while saying, "Yes daddy, I'll be here waiting for you sir!"

	He looked at me, said, "Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm, I can't wait to get all up
in that sweet ass of yours! Damn boy, you've already got me all worked
up. Get on your knees and open your mouth for me!"

	I sank to my knees, and watched as he hauled out his humungous
cock, and using his right hand, he beat his cock like it owed him money,
and after about a minute, he grunted, and then said, "Now, open your mouth
and drink your daddy's cum! Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"

	He aligned his piss lips at the entrance of my open mouth, and then
I felt the warmth of his thick goo as it starting shooting. Cum rope after
cum rope, Stan shot his load into my mouth while telling me not to swallow
just yet. His thick cream formed an ocean inside my mouth, but I obeyed his
command, and didn't swallow. When he was finally done, he smeared his piss
lips all over my lips while squeezing out the last of his sperm. Looking
down at my open mouth, Stan said, "Now, that's one pretty fucking sight! A
gorgeous boy with his mouth full of man spunk, yeah, now that's fucking
priceless. Now boy, show daddy just how much you are thankful for his cum,
and show me how you swallow daddy's gift to you!"

	I opened my throat, and gulped every last bit down while still
holding my mouth open for him to see. When all of it was gone, Stan said,
"Fuck yeah, now that's a good little cock bitch! Boy, I told you, I fucking
told you you were gonna fall in love with my cock! Okay, I gotta go, but I
best not find out that you jacked off today. You will save your delicious
cum for when I tell you you can cum, is that understood?"

	I replied, "Yes daddy sir!"

	He left, and I brushed my teeth and took a shower. Even now, my
asshole was still on fire, but I personally felt better knowing that I had
a little time before he fucked me again. It wasn't that I didn't want it,
but my asshole was just hurting way too bad to take another cock whipping,
or at least, right now that is. I was laying around on the sofa wearing gym
shorts when Stan called.

	I answered, "Hi my daddy sir."

	His voice was rather stern, "I meant what I said, and you had best
not jack off until I allow you to do so. Do you fucking understand me?"

	I replied, "Yes daddy sir, I won't jerk off sir until daddy tells
me sir!"

	Stan shot back, "Fuck yeah, that's my good little cock bitch! Okay,
so here's what I want you to do until I get home. Your mom has to work a
double, so your ass belongs to me as soon as I get home. This is what I
want you to do. I know you are probably on the sofa with your shorts, but
you will strip out of them, go to your room, get on your computer, and I
already know your favorite site is nifty dot org. Yeah, I've seen the shit
on your computer, but hey, I'm good with it. I want you to sit in your
chair naked, read those cock hardening stories, but DO NOT, I repeat, DO
NOT touch that beautiful cock of yours. The only time you are permitted to
stop reading is to use the bathroom, get something to drink, or get
something to eat. If you have to stop for whatever the fucking reason, you
will return immediately to reading those stories, especially the ones
involving adult/youth. Are my orders clear my little cock bitch?"

	In response, I humbly said, "Yes daddy sir, your orders are clear,
very clear sir!"

	He said something else, and then hung up. Obeying his command, I
got up off the sofa, stripped out of my shorts, and carried them upstairs
while I was as naked as the day I was born. I sat down in my chair, logged
on my computer, and went straight to Nifty. Story after story, I read and
my cock was throbbing, and painfully hard. However, I didn't touch it
although I really, really wanted to. I stopped long enough to fix myself
something to eat, and grab a drink, and then went straight back to reading
some more stories.

	Around 2pm, Stan called me and told me he would be home in about an
hour. After we hung up, I went into my bathroom, my hard boner leading the
way, and I gave myself a thorough anal cleansing before taking a shower
while soaping my body up with coconut oil. After having read all of those
stories, my asshole wasn't burning any longer, but more so, hungry as fuck,
and hungry for Stan's big ass horse cock. To say that I was super horny
would be a complete understatement. All I could think about was Stan's
cock, and the pleasures it gave me when it was hammering my anal canal.

	I was clean inside and out, and waiting by the front door for Stan
to come home. My heart pounded heavily when I saw him pull in the drive,
and then glanced at the clock, and it was now 3:08pm. I had opened the door
so he could walk straight in, and after closing it, and then locking it, I
turned around to face him with my aching boner saluting him as well. Stan
looked at me, and then his eyes drifted down my body so they could stare
for a few seconds at my cock.

	He was carrying a large bag in his left hand, and then said, "Go to
your room, and read some more of those stories, When I'm ready, I will come
up!"

	I replied, "Yes daddy sir!"

	The last thing I wanted to do was read more stories, but I obeyed
his command. With each line, my cock throbbed harder and harder. I must
have read four stories by the time Stan finally made it up to my room. He
walked over to where I was sitting, and barked, "Stand up, and then stand
before me with your hands behind your back!"

	I obeyed, and he dug though the same large leather carrying bag he
had yesterday, and pulled out some weird looking leather strap. He placed
the strap over my hard dick, and then under my balls, and cinched it
tight. Instincts caused me to arch up on my toes, and then he took the
strap, and placed it between my balls, and again, cinched it tight. When he
did, just like yesterday, the leather straps around each of my balls caused
them to separate. My stomach immediately tumbled as if I were on the verge
of vomiting, but thankfully enough, I didn't.

	He reached into his bag again, and pulled out another weird
parachute looking thing. As if my balls weren't already in a bind, Stan put
the thing around my balls, tightened it up, and to make everything much
worse, I watched him attach what I now know is a weight. When he let it
fall, I couldn't help not to grunt and wince. Through all of this, somehow
or another, my cock was harder than ever before.

	Stan positioned me in front of my bed, and he restrained each arm
to the bed post, and then each leg. Soon, my arms were stretched out
shoulder width apart, and my legs were spread even wider. I could barely
move, and Stan sat in my chair in front of me to inspect his work. He
flicked the weight, and then asked, "Does my little cock bitch like this?"

	Through clinched teeth, I hissed, "Oh daddy yes, yes sir daddy
siiiirrrrrrrrrrrr!"

	Stan fumbled in the bag once more, and my eyes almost popped out of
their sockets when I saw what he was now holding. It looked like a small
flyswatter, made out of leather, and the flap at the very in looked like it
would offer one hell of a bite. I could tell from the handle that it was
kind of rubbery, and I knew that whatever Stan intended to do with it, it
was definitely going to deliver a lot of pain.

	Looking at me eye to eye, I saw the most evil grin come across
Stan's face. He stood up, and raised the leather swatter with his right
hand, and then I felt the wind come across my face as he struck the very
tip of my left nipple. Holy fucking shit did it bite, and I think I was
trying like hell to twist and turn, but I was too well restrained. After he
swatted my left nipple, he gave my right one the same attention. Stan took
turns swatting each nipple, and I lost count after 15. I was cringing as
best I could, and I know for a fact that I was more than likely crying. It
hurt really bad, and my nipples felt like they were being slowly ripped
from my chest.

	Thank God, Stan sat back down in the chair, and just looked at
me. Even though my nipples were reeling from the stinging bite of that
mother fucking leather swatter, my dang uncontrollable dick was still as
hard as a brick. Stan snickered, and then said, "Yeah, yeah, my little cock
bitch loves this shit! He loves it when daddy offers him some pain!"

	"Uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Stan had used
the swatter to smack my aching nuts, and did so dead center so that he got
both of them. I felt like I was going to vomit as Stan rapid fired numerous
more swats on my aching jewels. To further add to the pain, he used the
device to slap the hog shit out of the top of my cockhead. Oh God did that
hurt, and hurt like nobodies business! One swat after the next, Stan struck
the top portion of my cockhead, and now my cock and balls were on fire from
agonizing pain.

	Thank God, I watched him put the swatter back in the bag, and as I
looked down, my dick was still hard. Now, Stan picked up two large metal
clothes pin looking things. They looked like they were made out of chrome,
and as he opened one, I saw the tiny teeth inside, and then watched as he
hovered one of them over my right nipple. When he released it, the teeth
sank into my flesh sending a flood of mind numbing pain throughout my
entire shaking body. Then, he released the other one on my left nipple. It
felt like I could hardly breathe, and when I did, I was inhaling pure
fire. Yeah, I was really crying right now, and probably doing a lot of
winching and whimpering too.

	My eyes were so watery that I could hardly see, but watched as he
withdrew a large feather. With my nipples, cock, and both balls stinging
like hell, Stan used the feather to tickle my right underarm. It didn't
hurt, but it tickled so bad that I almost forgot about the pain from the
other parts of my body. He took turns using the feather on each armpit, and
after who knows how long, he started tickling all over my chest and stomach
area, as well as both sides.

	It didn't take me too awfully long to start actually hating the
feather, and then it really hit me as Stan used the feather to tickle my
cock and balls, and my taint area. I honestly didn't know how much more I
would be able to take, and I was so grateful when he finally put that
fucking feather into his bag. I was proud of the fact that I hadn't spoke
not a word, because I sure as hell didn't want to have my ass spanked
again.

	He looked up into my eyes, smiled, and then said, "I've got a
special treat for my little cock bitch, and you're gonna love this mother
fucker!"

	After pulling it out from the bag, I had time to look at it. The
handle was about six inches long, and some kind of controls on it. The
slender stem or shaft was a good ten inches, and there seemed to be a lot
of rubbery looking hairs dangling downwards as he held it up. At the very
end was what looked like to be a rubber ball about the size of a ping pong
ball, and it too had a bunch of rubbery hairs on it as well. Back down at
the actual handle, at the very base of this thing looked like a large adult
finger. I knew it was a sex toy, and I was smart enough to know Stan was
fixing to shove that thing up my ass.

	I watched as he poured some lube onto his right fingers, and then
winced as I felt his lubed up fingers dip between my spread legs, and then
temporarily fondle my asshole before shoving what felt like two fingers
straight up my ass. I grunted and grunted as he worked his fingers in and
out of my butt. Seconds later, he applied some lube on the sex toy, and
then I lost sight as I felt the rubbery tip touch my bunghole. Stan pushed,
and once the ball slid in, Stan shoved the remainder of the thing as far as
it could go up my ass.

	The part that looked like a large finger really let me know it
entered my anal canal, and I hissed and moaned as it forced its way inside
of me. Stan was holding the base of the toy with his left hand, and had the
controller in his right. He looked up at me, grinned, and then said, "You
had best let me know when you are going to cum if you know what's good for
you!"

	I heard him flip the switch, and holy hopping kangaroos, that thing
immediately began performing a magic act inside my ass that I could never
even begin to describe. The finger looking thing was pressing right on my
prostate, and it was vibrating the shit out of it. All those rubbery hairs
on the shaft were spinning wildly, slapping at my anal walls as it spun,
and the rubbery tip was gyrating in circles. For a few short lived seconds,
I had completely forgotten all about the pain from my nipples, cock, and
balls.

	As if things couldn't get any better, but Stan started fucking the
toy in and out of my ass, and he could tell I was nearing orgasmic bliss,
so he started slamming my nuts with his left hand each time he thrust the
toy up my ass. Between his hand striking my nuts, and the fucking weight
swinging wildly, I was torn between torturous pain, and orgasmic ecstasy.

	Whatever was going on inside me, sent my mind completely away from
my body. It was all kind of a blur, but at some point in time, I must have
warned Stan I was close, because I felt more pain as he ripped the leather
restraints from my cock and balls, and than slammed his mouth on my swollen
teen vessel. The only thing I can say is that when I started unleashing my
load, Stan was now the recipient of one hell of a load. Just like before,
my orgasm was non-stop, and each time I thought I was nearing the end, my
body would convulse, and more cum rocketed out of my cock.

	The orgasmic journey I was now going through was definitely one for
the record books. It seemed like it lasted well over an hour, and was still
going strong. I'm not sure if I fainted, or what, but I have no
recollection of when my orgasm stopped, or when exactly Stan stopped
fucking my ass with the toy, and let my cock free from his mouth's
clutches.

	***Stan swallowed every ounce of Cole's delicious cum, and even
after the boy's cock went completely limp, he kept on milking it for all he
was worth, and then some. Yesterday's load was a lot, but today's load was
a hell of a lot more, and Stan for one wasn't complaining at all. He knew
exactly what he was doing, and he knew precisely what would happen if he
continued stimulating Cole's prostate, and sucking his limp cock. He had
seen this many, many times during some porn movies, and had read stories
about this, so he was somewhat mentally prepared for what was about to
happen. Stan had already convinced himself that anything Cole produced, it
would have to be sweet, so with that being his mindset, Stan eagerly sucked
Cole's lifeless cock while continuing to ram the toy in and out of Cole's
ass. A couple of minutes later, Stan saw Cole's body jerk, and heard the
boy mumble and moan, and as anticipated, he felt the hot spurt as it struck
the roof of his mouth. Another short spurt followed, and three seconds
later, his anticipation was over as Cole's bladder juice came rushing into
his mouth. Stan swallowed, gulping down the hot liquid as fast as he could
while his taste buds did their best to describe the delicacy now sloshing
down his throat. It was hot, really hot, and had just a milt trace of salt
for flavoring, but other than that, there really wasn't much of a taste at
all. As Stan drank the boy's hot piss, it was obvious to Stan that Cole was
under the impression that he was busting yet another nut. Stan swallowed
every ounce of the delicious fluid, and with no more piss being served up,
he then released the boy's lifeless cock from his mouth. Stan cut the toy
off, and withdrew it out of Cole's ass, and then proceeded to take each of
the nipple clamps off. Stan removed the restraints from Cole's arms and
legs, and literally had to hold his lifeless shaking body up, and then
carried him the few short steps to place Cole on top of the bedding, on the
edge of the bed. Stan flipped Cole onto his back, and using only the lube
that was already inside Cole's anal canal, Stan shoved his cock all the way
up Cole's butt.***

	I wasn't even aware that Stan was fucking me at this point in
time. I was just too numb, and my mind was so far gone that I was
completely oblivious as to what was taking place at the present
moment. Stan had my legs high into the air, and he was apparently waylaying
his beefy cock into me with as much force as he could muster. For however
long it took, Stan dumped two loads of man goo into my bowels before
getting off of me. Still, I was too far gone to give a shit, and I was in a
world that was exploding with pleasures I never experienced before.

	When I was starting to come around, I realized that Stan's tongue
was in my mouth, and I was sitting on the toilet expelling his cum. He was
holding me up so I could shit out his massive load, and once I realized his
tongue was in my mouth, I slipped my tongue inside his. We sucked each
others tongues for a long while, and when our kiss ended, Stan held the
side of my face with his hands, and softly whispered, "Cole, I love you so
fucking much! I love you more than life itself, and you have no idea how
good you make me feel. Thanks to you, I've been able to do things I have
only dreamed of. I love you, I love you more than you can ever possibly
imagine!"

	My voice cracked as I said, "Daddy, I love you too sir!"

	Stan laughed, and said, "And still, you are in character after all
of that! You truly are my little cock bitch, and I for one, am fucking
proud of it! Now, how about you soak in the tub while I go fix us something
to eat!"

	He had already filled the tub up, and had to physically lift me up
into the air, and put me into the tub. My legs were not cooperating at all,
and I guess, nothing else on me was either at the present time either. I
soaked in the tub for almost an hour, and Stan constantly kept on checking
on me. I just knew he was going to piss in my mouth again, and in some
ways, I was kind of looking forwards to it, but that didn't happen, or at
least, not tonight.

	After I got out of the tub, and dried off, I brushed my teeth, and
since my mom wasn't home, I went downstairs naked. Stan had made us
spaghetti, and we sat down and ate. While we were eating, Stan said, "Cole,
I meant what I said earlier. You have no clue as to how much I love
you. You've let me do things that I could only do in my mind, and I can't
thank you enough for that. Now, for some bad news. I've got to go out of
town in the morning for a couple of days, so I have asked the Miller's
(Next door neighbor) to kind of keep a watch out for you. Your mom will be
at work, so you'll have the house to yourself. When I come back, you can
bet that sweet ass of yours, I'll be more than ready for some hot action."

	Hearing he was going to be gone for a couple of days was
disappointing, but in all honesty, I certainly could use the break. I
looked into his eyes, and softly said, "Yes sir, daddy sir, but maybe, that
is if you wake up early enough, you can um, uh, you know, get you some ass
before you have to leave, sir!"

	Stan grinned, and then said, "You know, I just might have to do
that! Just so you know, I'll be thinking about you the entire time. Two
whole days without having that sweet ass of yours is gonna be torture,
that's for damn sure!"

	Nothing happened that evening, and just before calling it a night,
and just in case, but I gave myself an enema before getting into bed. I
awoke, and the clock said it was 1:19am, and I was on my stomach, and there
was Stan, fucking my ass like tomorrow would never come. Once he saw me
awake, he adjusted my body so that I was now in a doggy style position, and
his large hands gripped my hips, and he was slinging me backwards as he
power slammed his cock into me. Just for good measure, I stuffed my face
into the pillow to act as a muzzle for my whimpers and moans.

	Eight minutes later, Stan was busting a load up my ass, and I was
helping the cause by slamming my ass onto his thrusting love muscle while
clamping down with my anal muscles. Stan was grunting up a storm as his cum
flew deep into my bowels, and yet, our hammering thrusts never once let
up. I was already in a state of euphoric bliss, and 20 minutes later, Stan
deposited his second load up my ass while my own cock, without any
assistance at all, started spurting cum ropes. I had just enough sense to
cum my left hand under my spitting cockhead, and my cum jetted into my
palm.

	When he finished fucking the last of his cum into me, Stan ran his
hands over my ass cheeks, and whispered, "God, I'm gonna miss you! I love
you baby boy, and I'll see you in a couple of days."

	I was panting, but replied, "I love you too daddy sir!"

	Stan got up off me, and went downstairs. It took a bit of doing,
but I slid out of bed, and like the times prior, sat on the toilet to
relieve my bowels of Stan's thick cum. I don't recall just how long I sat
on the toilet, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a
light. When I awoke around 8:00am, both Stan and my mom were already
gone. Since it was just me, I didn't see the need to put anything on, so I
gave myself an enema just to make sure all of Stan's cum was out of me, and
then took a long, hot bath.

	I didn't really have any friends, so it was up to me to keep myself
busy. It was right around 10;30am, when the doorbell rang. I was downstairs
bare ass naked, and the only thing I could find was a towel, so I wrapped
it around me and answered the door. It was Jimmy Miller, our neighbor's
son. Jimmy is 16, and although he lives next to me, we really haven't ever
spoke. Jimmy has that surfer look to him, long blond hair, blue eyes, about
5'8", and probably weighs somewhere close to 140 pounds. By any and all
rights, Jimmy is truly a stunning beauty, and now he was on my steps
wearing baggy shorts and a white tank top.

	As soon as I opened the door, Jimmy said, "I was told to come check
on you."

	I saw his eyes go from my eyes straight to the little bulge under
the towel caused by my dick. I answered, "Uh, okay! I just finished taking
a bath."

	 Since I only had a towel on, and after a short chat, I invited
Jimmy in since it was obvious he wasn't going anywhere. He sat on the sofa,
so I sat opposite of him in the recliner. Just a coffee table separated us,
as he began the typical question and answer game. He asked me the typical
stuff, stuff like if I had a girlfriend, and what were my plans for the
summer vacation. Our conversation was mostly him asking me a lot of
questions, but I finally tossed in one of my own, "Do you have a
girlfriend?"

	Jimmy fidgeted at first, and then clasped his hands together, and
then answered, "Ah man, that bitch ain't much of a girlfriend. She's more
of a prick tease than anything else. She'll let me feel her through her
clothes, and she'll feel me up, but that's it! Nah, I ain't gonna say she's
my girlfriend, nu uh!"

	I came back by saying, "Well, there's always other fish in the sea!
If she won't give up the pie, I'm sure you'll be able to find someone who
will, I mean, you're very good-looking and all, so that shouldn't be a
problem at all for you."

	Jimmy shook his head, and then responded by saying, "I appreciate
that, but you're pretty hot yourself!"

	I had to ask, "Jimmy, we've lived next to one another for a while
now, and you barely spoke to me. What's up with that?"

	He unfolded his hands, and started rubbing his thighs, and after a
few seconds, he said, "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry for that. I um, I just
had this problem, and I um, uh, really didn't um, you know, know how to um,
um, deal with it."

	I had to ask, "So, what kind of problem did you have that you
couldn't speak to me?"

	His hands rubbed his thighs a little faster, and he sat there
looking at me for a few seconds, but then responded by saying, "Dude, it's
kind of embarrassing, and really, really personal."

	I didn't know where he was going with all of this, so I said,
"Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but just so you
know, I'm not one to go around, and tell someone about a secret someone
else told me. I just don't do that, so if you want to tell me, then you can
take it to the bank it will stay with me."

	Jimmy quickly responded, "Hey, I'm the same way! If somebody tells
me something, I don't go and shoot my mouth off about it. (A few seconds of
silence) Look Cole, here's the deal! I'm not a virgin, cause I've had my
dick sucked a few times, and I've fucked a few girls, but it's just that
um, with you I um, uh, you see um, when I see you, I um, uh, instantly pop
um, uh, pop a boner. I don't know why, but it um, it always happens. I
guess it's um, um, because you are um, well um, in my eyes, you are um, uh,
so damn gorgeous."

	I was already hard, and after hearing what he had just said about
me, I pushed the conversation forwards just a tad by saying, "Okay, now
that wasn't so hard now was it? (He nodded) So, if I'm reading you right,
you sound as though you would like to do some sex stuff with me, is that
right?"

	Jimmy quickly fired back, "No, no, nothing like that, well um, yeah
sort of. You see, I ain't never done nothing like that with no guy, but for
some reason, when I see you, my dick gets all boned up. Hell, one time, I
was banging this chick doggy style, and I started fantasizing that she was
you. I ain't never felt like that with any other guy before, so I guess I
was um, you know, fighting it sort of."

	Pushing the envelope so to speak, I asked, "Well, have you ever
jacked off thinking about me?"

	He lowered his eyes as if looking at his lap, and softly said,
"Yeah, many times!"

	I stood up in front of the recliner, and removed the towel, letting
it drop to the floor. Now, I was standing in front of him buck ass naked,
and my boner was on full display for his viewing pleasure. I saw his eyes
roam my naked body, and then stopped at my hard cock. Whether or not he
knew it, but I saw his tongue come out and start slowly swiping across his
lips. I waited for a few seconds, and then spun around to give him a clear
shot of my backside.

	Jimmy's voice cracked when he said, "Oh my God, you're even
prettier up close, and your body, well it's um, it's fucking perfect!"

	I turned back around, and just stood there for a few seconds. His
right hand was now squeezing his cock while his eyes feasted upon my naked
body. After a few seconds of nothing happening, I broke the ice by saying,
"Well, if you want to fool around, then come on up to my room!" I walked to
the stairs, and as I took the second step, Jimmy got up off the sofa, and
was now following me.

	Once I entered my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed as Jimmy
walked in. He stopped a couple of feet from me, and before he could say, or
do, anything, I said, "You know, it will be a lot easier if you get out of
those clothes."

	Jimmy kicked out of his shoes, and then peeled his socks off. He
yanked his tank top off, and I could see the black hairs in each armpit,
and then he dropped his shorts. He wasn't hairy at all, and his chest and
stomach were smooth, and he did have a very nice six pack going on in his
abs. He was wearing a yellow low cut bikini style underwear, and at first,
I couldn't see any pubic hair at all, but as soon as he yanked them off, I
saw a small patch of black curls along with his hard cock. Jimmy's cock
went straight up in the air, and rested on his lower stomach. At best
guess, I would say it was at least 6.5 inches long, and about average in
thickness. His pale pink cockhead was bell shaped, and I could tell that he
was already leaking precum. Below his cock dangled two chicken egg sized
balls with a scattering of black curls.

	For a lot of guys, Jimmy would have been a dream come true, but as
for me, he was nowhere close to being on Stan's level. I scooted off the
bed, and dropped to my knees before him. Jimmy was already shaking as I
placed my hands on his butt cheeks. I could smell a light musky aroma as my
mouth sucked on his right nugget while my fingers toyed with his left
one. Jimmy moaned as my tongue raced all over his ball. I took turns
licking and sucking each nugget, but knew I couldn't get both into my
mouth, so I had to settle for one at a time.

	While I was working on his balls, my fingers inched their way into
his butt crack. I could feel the hairs touch my fingers as they dove deep
until they struck his butthole. I felt him propel his body upwards on his
toes as soon as my fingertips connected with his butthole. Jimmy's hands
rested on the back of my head as my tongue traveled upwards. I licked all
around the base of his cock, constantly breathing in that arousing musky
scent of his. The more I smelled, the more cock hungry I seemed to be
getting.

	Since my right middle finger was circling on his asshole, I had to
use my left hand to force his hard cock down. There was a bead of precum at
the piss lips, and I eagerly licked it off. The taste was slightly salty,
but delicious none the less. With my left hand holding near the base, my
lips slid over his bell shaped knob, and Jimmy was grunting and moaning as
I worked my mouth all the way down until my nose was pressing into his soft
black pubes.

	Jimmy cried out, "Ahhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk Cole,
suck that cock, oh shit, fuck yeah, suck that mother fucker!"

	I did gag a couple of times, but Jimmy's cock was a whole lot
easier to suck than Stan's one eyed monster. Back and forth, I slowly made
oral love to Jimmy's cock while my right middle finger stayed glued to his
bunghole. I didn't try to stick my finger in, but I sure was rubbing it
like crazy, and it was obviously doing the trick, cause Jimmy was just a
moaning and whimpering.

	After about four minutes, Jimmy warned me he was getting close, so
I backed off, and went back to work on his nuts. For the next 30 minutes, I
went from his cock to his balls, and stopped just short each time so he
wouldn't be able to bust a nut just yet. He had just warned me he was
getting close once again, so I backed off, and as I did, Jimmy said, "Let's
get into a 69 with you on top!"

	He jumped on my bed, and I followed in behind him, and slung my
right leg over his body. My legs were spread wide when he grabbed my hips,
and yanked me backwards and down. The next thing I knew, his tongue was all
over my asshole, and he was moaning and whimpering ever so loudly. I leaned
forwards, and licked a bead of precum from his cock, and then opened my
mouth, and swallowed his cock while gagging a few times, but was able to
get it all into my mouth. While my mouth and tongue made passionate love to
his cock, my fingers caressed his balls.

	Being in this position was a lot easier to suck his cock, and his
tongue was now inside me, slithering wildly all around. Sucking a hard cock
while having my ass eaten out was definitely a treat that I could get used
to. A couple of minutes later, Jimmy warned me, and I did feel his cock
swell, so I backed off, and went to work giving his balls a proper tongue
bath. Jimmy pushed my ass upwards, and easily swallowed my dick. The heat
from his mouth sure did feel some kind of wonderful, and as he worked on my
hard cock, his fingertips toyed with my butthole.

	***Up until now, Jimmy had only had sex with one other guy
before. They just swapped blowjobs one time, and neither one swallowed. For
the last couple of years, every time he saw Cole, he would get an erection,
and more times than not, when he jerked off, his mind would always dwell on
Cole. As time moved on, Jimmy's desire for Cole grew and grew, and when his
mom told him to checkup on Cole, his cock immediately responded by getting
hard. In his mind, many, many times he had dined on the gorgeous boy's
asshole, and in his mind, he had swallowed Cole's sweet cum. Now, all of
his dreams he had had about Cole seem to be coming an unbelievable
reality. The one fantasy he had been really dreaming about was when his
cock was buried balls deep inside the boy's magical anal kingdom, and if he
had anything to say about it, this too would become a reality.***

	My body was tingling all over, and I felt my orgasm nearing, and
just as I was about to warn him, his cock throbbed, he grunted, and then I
felt the warm blast as it smacked the back of my throat. By the time the
second rope of cum shot into my mouth, my own cock was unleashing my load
into his. We were both whimpering like crazy, and as more of his cum
entered my mouth, I swallowed. The taste alone, in comparison to Stan's
manly load, was salty, and borderline bitter. I could hear him swallowing
mine, so I forced his cum to go down my throat, and then made myself
swallow an even bigger portion.

	Now that the both of us had just busted a nut, we were still
sucking each other's hard cocks, when mine fell out of his mouth, and Jimmy
asked, "Will you let e fuck you please?"

	I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and softly replied, "Yeah, but I
got to go get some kind of lube first."

	I slung my right leg across his body, and then staggered into the
bathroom. The only thing I could fine was the coconut oil, so I grabbed
that and a towel, and got back into bed, and asked, "Do you have a
preference as to what position you want me in?"

	Jimmy was on his back, arms folded behind his head, smiling from
ear to ear, and replied, "Yeah, sit on it if you don't mind. I wanna see
your gorgeous face as my cock enters you."

	I smeared some oil all over his hard cock, wiped my hands in the
towel, and flipped my left leg over his body so that we were now facing one
another. I was on my knees, and reached back with my right hand and latched
onto his cock, and then aligned it up to my asshole. I fought with myself
to relax in order to get the head in, and after a few futile attempts, I
finally pushed the head of his cock into my anal canal. It stung like hell,
but I wasn't about to pass up this golden opportunity, so I sat back some
more; driving a good three inches straight up my ass. Seconds later, I was
sitting on all of his meat, and after wiping my hand off on the towel,
began inching my way upwards, all the way to the point that his cockhead
was almost out of my ass, and then sat back down on it.

	Jimmy said, "Fuck Cole, your ass is smoking hot, and tight as a
motherfucker! Yeah, your ass feels soooooooooooo good on my cock! Yeah baby
boy, ride that hammer, ride it baby, fuck yeah, oh fuck, that's what I'm
talking about!"

	It didn't take long before I was hopping up and down on his cock as
fast and as hard as I possibly could. My hands were on his smooth chest,
and our eyes were glued to one another. Being that his cock wasn't near as
long as Stan's, and nowhere close to being as thick, riding Jimmy's cock
was a hell of a lot easier. The words flowed out of my mouth ever so
freely, "Ohhhhhhhhhh Jimmy, mmmmmmm, your cock feels soooooooooooo
goooooooooooooooddddd inside of meeeeeeeeeee!"

	I have no idea just how long I rode his cock, and as I did, we both
were saying a lot of stuff, but it was Jimmy who wanted to switch things up
a bit. With his cock still lodged inside my ass, Jimmy rolled me to my
left, and then forced both of my ankles over my head, and now he was in
full and total control, and was hammering his cock into my ass with mind
blistering speed.

	I was already in my head space when I heard him mumble
something. My eyes were a bit hazy, and although I wasn't able to see all
that clearly, I could tell by his many facial expressions that he was now
fucking his wad up my ass. All I could do was continue incorporating my
anal muscles, and was now doing so faster and harder than ever. Jimmy
fucked his teen goo up my ass, and seconds later, he got up off of me. My
legs came crashing down on top of the bed, and he was sitting on the
edge. He then got up, and put his clothes on, and stood at the left side of
my bed looking down at me, and then spoke, "Fuck dude, you're the best, and
that ass of yours, well uh, it's amazing! I gotta run, but maybe we can do
this again another time!"

	Well, I read all about why some boys my age only prefer older men,
and I reckon this is exactly why. Jimmy blew his load, and then hauled ass,
leaving me with one aching boner, and an ass filled with his cum. I already
knew what was going to come, so I sat on the toilet, and jacked a load out
while shitting out his cream. It did feel kind of wicked pooping out cum
while jerking myself into a cum shooting frenzy, and after I finished up on
the toilet, I filled the tub up with hot water and coconut oil, and just
soaked while my mind took me back to having sex with Stan, and now, Jimmy.

	Nothing noteworthy took place remainder of this day, and the next
morning, I was already clean, inside and out, and was in the living room
watching a movie. My mom told me this morning that she was working a
double, so she wouldn't be home until late tonight, so with that being
said, I was on the sofa naked. As luck would have it, both the doorbell
rang as well as the phone, so I grabbed the phone, and it was my mom. She
told me she forgot to let me know that a plumber is coming over sometime
today to check out the plumbing in her bathroom. I had the phone in my left
hand, and stood behind the door as I answered it to cover up my naked
body. Low and behold, it was the plumber.

	As soon as I opened the door, the man walked right on in, and
stopped about four feet away from me. Hell, there wasn't anything else I
could do, but to close the door, and let the man see me naked. The man was
probably in his mid to late fifties, and had a rather large belly. His
clothes looked dirty and worn, and he had a bald head, round face, and
stood about 6'2", and weighed a portly 260 plus pounds. His face was round,
and his cold dark eyes were zooming in on my naked body.

	After a few short chilling seconds, he smiled, and his soft voice
didn't match his large body when he spoke, "Well, well, well, what do we
have here? Now that's some plumbing I sure as hell would love to check out!
Mmmmmmm, you sure are pretty as a picture, and if I looked as good as you,
hell, I'd be parading my naked ass everywhere I went! You just let Old Hank
know if you need me to um, unclog those pipes of yours, but in the
meantime, I hear there's a problem in the master bathroom. You lead, and
I'll gladly follow, yes sir, follow indeed!"

	I could feel his bulging eyes on my ass from the moment I turned
around, all the way up till I entered the master bathroom. Hank put his
tools down, looked at me, and said, "I sure could use a helper, so just
stay right here and help Ole Hank out some!"

	I had read several stories whereas a young boy like myself
encountered a plumber, but in all honesty, Ole Hank really didn't have a
lot going for him at all. I hate to say he was downright wholesomely ugly,
but I just can't come up with anything else right now. I passed him a tool
from time to time, and stayed in the bathroom while he had to go to his
truck to get things. Each time he walked in, or walked out, one of his
hands would always make contact with my dick. I didn't say anything, so he
must have taken it that it was okay.

	After the third or fourth trip, and having brushed his hand up
against my dick once more, he sat down on the edge of the tub, looked at
me, more so, my flaccid dick, and then reached out and snatched me closer
to him. His mouth instantly devoured my cock, and while his mouth, and
tongue, greedily worked on my limp tool, his fingers from both hands landed
on my butt where his fingers instantly dove in between my closed cheeks,
and was now prodding and probing at my butthole. He was moaning, and
whimper as he brought my cock to a full blown erection as his stubby
fingers toyed aggressively with my bunghole.

	I couldn't believe this was happening, but the harder he sucked on
my love muscle, the more I was now getting into it. After a few heart
pounding, cock sucking, seconds later, it was I who was now doing the
whimpering. I placed my hands on his bald head, and held on while he
pleasured the both of us.

	He grabbed onto my balls with the fingers of his left hand, while
toying with my butthole with his right. I have to admit, Ole Hank sure does
know how to suck a cock, and he was bringing me very close to an orgasmic
explosion. As soon as my orgasm got close, Hank peeled his mouth off of my
cock, and then turned me sideways, and said, "Put your left foot on the
edge of the tub, and you right foot on top of the toilet seat, and bend
over!"

	He helped me get into position, and as soon as I bent over, the man
slammed his meaty tongue onto my asshole while his fingers caressed and
pulled on my balls. He was making all sorts of noises as he stabbed my
asshole, and he was doing such an excellent job that my body filled up with
goose bumps. He stopped eating my butthole long enough to say, "Good God
boy, your asshole tastes, and smells, mighty fucking sweet!" He went back
to work using his tongue to ravish my bunghole.

	I'm sure I was doing a bit of whimpering and moaning, and then my
vocal chords really went to a feverish high when he jammed his thick tongue
straight up my butt. My cock was so hard that it felt like it was about to
break as he continued to feast on my hole while his fingers toyed with my
balls. His tongue felt so good that it dang near caused me to blow my load,
and after a good twenty plus minutes of him eating my ass, he had me get
back in front of him, and he went to town slurping all over my cock while
stuffing my asshole with one of his middle fingers. He was also caressing
and squeezing my balls, and just when I got used to his finger in my ass,
he inserted another one.

	The second finger applied a lot of pressure on my prostate, and the
next thing I knew, I was arching upwards on my toes as my cock exploded. He
was whimpering and slurping as ropes of cum shot from dick, and landed
harshly into his hungry mouth. I was humping my cock in and out of his
mouth while the two fingers up my ass were pounding the living crap out of
me. When he swallowed the last of my load, he sat up, looked upwards and
into my eyes, and softly said, "Damn boy, now that is some might sweet cum
you got there! Now, maybe it's time you get a taste of what a man's cock
tastes like!"

	I watched him stand, and then fumbled with his belt. Once he
unhooked his belt, he fought with the top button of his pants, and then
yanked down the zipper. He leaned over a little so he could peel down his
pants and underwear, and when he stood back upright, that's when I got a
clear shot of his cock. It was about six inches long, and gargantuan in
thickness. It was even thicker than Stan's horse cock. Right in the middle,
it had a downward curve, and unlike Stan, Jimmy, or myself, Hank's cock was
uncut, and the foreskin dangled slightly over the humongous bell of a
cockhead. Just by looking at it, I had pretty much figured out that I
wouldn't be able to take all of his cockhead into my mouth, much less any
of the thick shaft.

	I sat on the toilet top, and as I was sitting, I reached out with
both hands, grabbed close to the base, and my fingers couldn't touch, nor
were they close to touching. His cock felt so rock solid hard, and yet
velvety soft. I opened my mouth was wide as I could get it, but wasn't able
to get the skin covered bulbous head in, so my tongue slithered inside his
foreskin, and my tastes buds exploded with tastes I have never tasted
before. It tasted of sweat, piss, precum, and just plain dirty, and I know
I must have made a face as if I had just bitten into a lemon, but as his
trapped foreskin taste lingered in my mouth, it was also doing something
wicked to me.

	Hank grunted, and said, "Yeah boy, get that there hog, get you
some, fuck yeah, work that tongue, work it good!"

	My hands skinned back his foreskin, and his cockhead was sort of
purplish in color, and glistened from the concoction that was trapped under
his foreskin. I licked all over it, making sure that every square inch was
properly bathed. Below his cock was a set of hairy balls that were even
larger than Stan's bull balls. They hung heavily down a good four
inches. My left hand cupped them while my right did all it could do to
handle his thick beast.

	I licked all over the head, and up and down the thick veiny shaft
as he said, "Yeah pretty boy, get you all of this cock! Damn, your tongue
is doing the trick, but are you up to taking this hog up that hot little
sweet ass of yours?"

	Stopping licking his cock, I looked up, and softly replied, "Oh
yeah, yes sir!"

	Hank had me stand, and I watched as he reached over onto the
counter and grabbed a bottle of baby oil, and said, "Yeah, this will do
just fine! Boy, just so you know, once I get started, there ain't no
turning back. Last chance, but are you ready for this ass shredder to open
you wide?"

	I was entranced at looking at his cock as he greased it up, and my
response flew out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to think things
through, "Oh God yes, yes sir! I wanna feel that big hog all up in my ass
sir!"

	Hank had me stand in front of the counter, and had me place the
inner portion of my right leg on top of the counter, and then kicked my
left foot so that I was spread even wider. He pushed on my upper back so
that I was leaning over, and that's when I felt his skin covered bulbous
thick cockhead press against my butthole. He kept stabbing his cock, and
due to the pressurized stabs, I was already wincing from the stinging pain,
but he must have reared back, and gave one hell of a thrust, because his
monstrously thick cockhead shot into my ass, followed by a couple of really
thick inches.

	Through my wincing and hissing, I heard Hank say, "Hot damn, this
sure is one firecracker hot ass! Pretty boy, I'm gonna breed this tight
motherfucker as if impregnating you for quadruplets, and you can take that
straight to the bank!"

	His belly was shoving my back, but his cock tore into my ass
another couple of inches. It felt like I was being split in two, and I
could feel myself slinging my head to and fro just to try and rid myself
from the nightmarish pain. One last mighty thrust, and the man's thick hog
pried itself to its deepest depth. I was trying to breathe, but could only
gasp for air as he began whipping that fat sausage in and out of my ass a
mile a minute.

	I felt his left hand latch onto my left shoulder while his right
hand gripped my right hip, and he was slamming me onto his thrusting cock
as if he were trying to force his swinging balls into my ass as well. With
each and every hammering thrust, his hairy swinging balls smacked the shit
out of my tightly withdrawn little balls. With each gut wrenching thud, it
almost felt like I was going to puke, and the pain of having his massively
thick cock whipping my ass to a pulp wasn't letting up any, or at least,
not at this point.

	My arms were stretched out, and my fingers were trying to dig into
the top of the counter, and when I looked into the mirror, I saw my
contorting face, and the heavy set man behind me was obviously focused on
fucking my ass to shreds. Hank, without missing a hammering thrust, asked,
"Yeah pretty boy, you like that? You like this hog in your ass? C'mon, you
pretty little fuck, tell me just how much you love my thick ass cock inside
you!"

	Clinching my teeth, and my body still racked with agonizing pain, I
yelled, "Yes, yes, yesssssssssssss! Fuck me, fuck myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
asssssssssssssssss!"

	And, he was now doing just that! As he pile drove his cock in and
out of me, he literally fucked the pain out, and now my entire shaking body
was being flooded with the pleasures I so dearly love. I screamed, "God
yes, yesssssssssssss, that's it, fuck, that's fucking it! Oh fuck, give me
that cock, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, give me that motherfucking cock, hard,
haaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrddddddddeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

	My balls were pretty much on top of the countertop, and my cock was
throbbing something awful, and my orgasm raced through my body, and now my
cum was firing on all cylinders all over the sink and countertop, and some
even smacked the mirror in front of me. I was seeing stars, and Ole Hank
was brutally perfect as he used his cock to pound me senseless.

	If I had to put a time on it, I'd have to say Hank jack hammered
his cock into me for well over 20 minutes before saying, "Here you go boy,
I'm gonna fill your gut up with some love juice! Yeah, oh damn this feels
goooooooooooooooddddd! Oh shit, yeah, here it comes pretty boy, here it
cuuuuuuuuuummmssssssssssssssss!"

	Hank was hammering my ass while his hooded cock was dumping the
mother load into my bowels, and while he was fucking the daylights out of
me, my own cock started spitting ropes of cum all over the place. Hank was
jabbing his cock into my gut while saying, "Fuck yeah boy, I'm gonna fill
you up! Oh shit boy, this ass of yours is something special, special
indeed! Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk!"

	His hammering thrust slowed, and now he was jamming his cock into
my ass every few seconds. I was still reeling from one very intense orgasm,
but could feel his massively thick cock as it started to deflate. A few gut
punching jabs later, Hank's cock slipped out of my ass. I remember letting
my right leg down, and was now holding onto the counter, gasping for every
ounce of air I could find. While I was slowly recovering, Hank had already
pulled up his underwear and pants, and when I slowly turned to face him,
still using the counter for support, Hank smiled, and then said, "Well
pretty boy, the pipes in the bathroom have been unclogged, and so has your
pipes! Now, you don't go and tell anyone about what happen, and who knows,
Ole Hank might stop in another time, and reinspect your pipes for you!"

	Hank gathered up his tools, and it took a couple of trips to get
everything, and he bid me farewell, and walked out of the front door. I
staggered behind him, and locked it, and thought about going upstairs to my
bathroom to let his cum out of my butt, but as I reached the third step, I
knew I wouldn't be able to make it, so I scurried to my mom's bathroom, and
let Hank's cum depart out of my butt. After a lengthy stay on the toilet, I
cleaned up my mess so my mom wouldn't suspect anything, and then went
upstairs.

	Just to be certain, I gave myself another enema, and took another
long, hot bath. While sitting in the tub, I suddenly realized that my
asshole wasn't burning at all, and in fact, it was steadily puckering as if
it were hungry for some more cock. My mind took me back to Stan, Jimmy, and
most recently, Hank. I kind of felt like I had cheated on Stan, but came to
the conclusion that I just had some fun with Jimmy and Hank, but with Stan,
it was a lot more, and it meant a lot more as well.

	Nothing happened for the remainder of this day, and the following
day, my mom was off, and Stan got home around 2pm. I was upstairs, and
could overhear mom, and Stan, arguing about something. Just so you know, my
mom is a caring mom, but she's not really a loving mom. Their argument was
all verbal, each yelling at the other, and after a while, my mom called me
to come downstairs.

	When I came down, my mom said, "I know you heard us arguing, and it
was about you. We are going to have an above ground pool installed later
this week, but that's not what we were arguing about. I work long, hard
hours, and I want to go on my dream vacation to Paris, and visit some
European countries for two weeks. I say you are old enough to stay home by
yourself, but Stan feels you should come with us. Honey, I just need a
break, and we will only be gone for two weeks. Do you think you are old
enough to stay home by yourself?"

	Hearing about the pool was great news, but I wasn't a total idiot,
and knew my mom didn't want me to go at all, so in response, I replied,
"Yes ma'am, I'm old enough to stay by myself, and besides, since we'll have
a pool, I'll be able to go swimming every day. You and Stan go have fun,
and I'll be okay."

	I also knew why Stan wanted me to go, but it wasn't like I could
say anything else since my mom sort of painted me into a corner. Stan and I
talked about it while she was in the kitchen fixing us something to eat. He
understood I wasn't able to say anything other than what I had said to
her. When she called that our food was ready, Stan whispered, "I'm gonna
get me a shot at this ass tonight my little cock bitch!"

	I whispered back while smiling, "Yes daddy sir, my ass is all
daddy's, sir!"

	After we ate, I went upstairs, and since I knew Stan was going to
sneak into my room sometime during the middle of the night, I gave myself
an enema, and soaked in the tub with coconut oil just to make sure I
smelled really good when he comes to visit. I was in bed, on my stomach,
when I looked over at the clock, and it was 1:18am. Stan was already
hammering my ass like there was no tomorrow, and as usual, I had to bite
into the pillow to stifle my moans and whimpers. Damn, his cock sure did
feel good wearing my ass out to a frazzle.

	Almost ten minutes later, Stan was pumping his cum into me while
fighting back his own urge to scream. With one last mighty thrust, Stan
slung the remainder of his cum drops into my rectum, kissed the back of my
neck, and left my room. While sitting on the toilet, I started thinking
about this shitting out cum was really the worst part of it all. I loved
the way his big cock made me feel, and come to think of it, I also enjoyed
feeling Jimmy and Hank's cock pound my ass too.

	When I awoke the next morning, I did my bathroom routine, and upon
going downstairs, I ran into Stan. Apparently, my mom had already gone to
work, and there I was, face to face with Stan in the kitchen, wearing
shorts. At first, I didn't pay any attention as we said our good mornings,
and fixed me a glass of juice. While I was pouring the juice, Stan walked
out of the kitchen. I was standing in front of the kitchen sink drinking my
juice when Stan walked back in, but now he was holding a leather belt in
his right hand as he said, "It seems as though my little cock bitch has
forgotten all about the rule of him being naked when his mom isn't home!
Now, my little cock bitch, you have forced me to punish you! Get those
fucking shorts off boy, and I mean right the fuck NOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"

	I had already started shaking, and almost drop the glass on the
floor, as I quickly yanked my shorts off, and was now standing in front of
him bare ass naked. He eyed me up and down for a few seconds, and then told
me to stand there. He walked out of the kitchen, and when he returned, he
was carrying the large leather tote bag. After eyeing me up and down for a
few more seconds, he harshly said, "Get your ass into my workshop right the
fuck now!"

	His workshop is in our backyard, and I have been in it a couple of
times, but only when Stan was there. Now, for the first time, I would be
walking outside buck ass naked, and going straight to his workshop. It's a
big shop with three large roll up bay doors, and a side entrance. Stan
unlocked the side door, and we walked in. It was somewhat cold in the shop,
especially the concrete flooring on my bare feet, but I followed in behind
Stan up to his long wooden workbench.

	He put the tote bag on top of the workbench, and still had the
leather belt in his right hand when he turned to face me. He looked pissed!
Between the shop being cold, and my nerves frazzled, I was shaking harder
than ever before. I figured he was going to use that leather belt to whip
my ass, so that alone scared the shit out of me. All I could do was watch
as Stan placed a backless wooden stool on the floor to my left, and then he
looked at me, and angrily said, "Put your fucking stomach on the seat!"

	The stool was a fairly big one, and the seat area was cushioned. I
did struggle a little to get into position, and with my stomach on the
seat, my legs and head were dangling downwards. Stan aggressively strapped
a padded cuff around my left wrist, and then I felt him place a cuff around
my left ankle. He pulled on something, and both my wrist and ankle were
being drawn in against the side of the stool. He did my right side the same
way. I could move my head a little, and then he wrapped a long leather
strap around my arms, and then it went behind my thighs, and he pulled it
tight. Now, I wasn't going anywhere, and in this position, I could feel the
cool air as it struck my exposed asshole.

	From behind me, Stan's manly, an angry, voice blared, "I told you
not to break the fucking rules, I fucking told you, and now you force me to
punish you!"

	I heard the loud pop, and then felt the fiery sting as the belt
came down on both of my spread butt cheeks. I couldn't help not to scream,
but it didn't matter, because the belt smacked my ass repeatedly several
times. I didn't even think to count, and by now, I was crying my ass
off. It felt as though the leather belt was ripping the flesh right off of
my ass with each and every torturous blow.

	After what felt like an eternity, Stan finally stopped spanking me
with the belt. My eyes were are blurry from me crying, and I could barely
see him go into the tote bag. I wasn't able to see what he pulled out, but
he walked from in front of me, all the way until he was behind me once
more. My ass was still on fire, and stinging something severely, so I
screamed, "No daddy sir, please no! I'll be a good little cock bitch from
now on sir! Please daddy, please daddy sir, please don't spank me no more
sir, please sir, no more sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

	***Stan was using a riding crop***

	I felt the awful bite as it struck my right butt cheek, and then it
smacked my left. I struggled to get free, but I was too restrained as more,
and more, heavy swats ripped into the flesh of my ass. I was slinging my
head all around, huffing and puffing, and crying like a little bitch. The
pain had almost reached the point of being unbearable! Finally, he put
whatever it was he was using into the bag, and brought something else
out. This time, I didn't scream a word, but I was sniffling, and crying
harder than I had ever cried before.

	***Stan retrieved a large leather paddle with small holes in it***

	He knelt down in front of me, and snatched a handful of hair, and
forced my head upwards. He looked me into my crying eyes, and angrily said,
"If you are good, this will be the last of the spankings, but if you are
bad, you'll get a hell of a lot more, is that understood?"

	Through sniffling and tears, I said, "Yes daddy sir, I understand
sir!"

	I felt his fingers on my nuts, and then felt a strap going around
them. All of a sudden, Stan tightened the thing up, and it seemed as though
my nuts were being squashed together. It didn't really hurt, but it was
rather uncomfortable. Stan's voice sounded behind me, "The tears tell me
you don't like the spankings, but your beautiful hard cock tells me
otherwise!" Stan was right, and for some unexplainable reason, my cock was
hard, and throbbing like crazy.

	My ass still stung, and this cooling down break sure did help some,
but that didn't last long at all, because Stan struck my butt cheeks flush,
and the resounding pain shot through my body as if I had just been hit by
an exploding hand-grenade. Over, and over, one fiery swat after another,
Stan literally tore my ass up. Either my ass was bleeding, or he just tired
out, but either way, he finally stopped spanking me. Yes, I was still
balling my eyes out, and now the cool air in the room only enhanced the
stinging sensation.

	I felt something cold, really cold, lightly gliding over my burning
butt cheeks, and even though I wasn't able to see, I soon realized Stan was
rubbing ice cubes on my butt. After a short time, Stan shoved one of the
melted ice cubes straight up my ass, and oh sweet mother of God did that do
something strange to me. The cold inside my ass sent shivers racing up and
down my spine. One by one, as each cube got small enough, Stan would shove
it up inside me.

	I don't have no idea just how many ice cubes he shoved up my ass,
but while I was still reeling from the cold inside my rectum, Stan shoved
his horse cock straight up my butt in one steady motion. I know I gasped,
but it sure felt mighty good. Stan growled, and then said, "Now cock bitch,
now I'm gonna fuck your ass to powder!"

	With each and every violent thrust, Stan was knocking the top
portion of my cock onto the edge of the padded seat, and in doing so, my
cock forced my tightly restrained balls backwards. His cock instantly began
providing me with mind altering pleasures as it pile drove in and out of my
ass with pure violent brute force. It wasn't long before I could feel
myself slipping off into another world, and Stan was steadily hammering my
ass with sheer vengeance.

	Somewhere during this brutal fucking, my body tensed up, shook
fiercely, and my cum exploded out of my cock. A long watery strand struck
the cleft in my chin, and since my head was dangling down, it rolled
directly into my open, panting, mouth. Another rope of cum hit virtually
the same spot, and more of my own cum came dribbling into my mouth. As I
dined on my own cream, I could almost hear myself whimpering. To say the
least, I was definitely in ecstasy!

	At some point in time, Stan had deposited one healthy load up my
ass, and he was still plowing my ass fast and furiously. By the time he
deposited his second load, I had experienced two more cum firing orgasms. I
wasn't even aware that he had removed the restraints, as well as the strap
around my balls. When I came to, I was on top of the workbench, and Stan
was sitting on the stool looking at me. When our eyes met, he smiled while
saying, "My God Cole, you are so incredibly fucking gorgeous!"

	My throat was dry, and my voice cracked as I replied, "Thank you
daddy sir!"

	After a lengthy spell just relaxing, Stan helped me down, and I had
to hold onto the workbench so I wouldn't fall. My asshole felt fine, but my
butt cheeks were on fire. When we got outside, Stan walked me over to the
middle of our backyard, and told me to kneel with my hands behind my
back. He had me tilt my head backwards and open my mouth wide.

	I knew what was coming, and by any and all means, I was kind of
excited, and looking forward to it. Stan looked down while holding his limp
cock over my mouth, and said, "Now, my little cock bitch, you can drink
some lemonade straight from your daddy!"

	The first squirt hit just above my upper lip, and as it dribble
into my mouth, I watched as his piss valve opened, and then a surge of hot
piss landed into my mouth. I swallowed the hot and salty juice as fast as
it poured into my mouth. When his hot piss finally started to dwindle, he
shoved his cockhead into my mouth as he said, "Clean it boy, clean the cock
you worship for daddy!"

	I did as he commanded, and after about 20 seconds, he pulled his
cock out of my mouth, and then ordered me to stand. I stood in front of him
with my hands behind my back. It still felt kind of weird being in the
backyard naked, but then again, nobody could see me. Stan asked, "Does my
little cock bitch have to pee?"

	I answered, "Yes daddy sir, your little cock bitch does need to pee
daddy sir!"

	Now, he sank to his knees, and put the under portion of my cockhead
onto his bottom lip, and now it was up to me to open my bladder
valve. Thankfully, after a few seconds, my piss began pouring into his open
mouth. While I was draining my shriveled up dragon, Stan's cum inside my
ass was beckoning to be free. I was in some kind of predicament now; torn
between draining my bladder, and now feeling the dire need to expel his cum
out of my ass.

	Luckily, when the last of my piss entered his mouth, Stan sucked my
noodle to make sure every ounce of piss had departed my body. Seconds
later, he stood up, looked down at me, and said, "Damn Cole, even your piss
is fucking sweet!"

	My hands automatically went to my butt cheeks in an attempt to
force my cheeks together, but the agonizing need to expel Stan's cum out of
my ass was growing to a feverish high. Just by looking at my face, Stan
knew I had to use the bathroom, so he walked me over to the far corner of
our backyard, by the fence, where there were a couple of long boards
resting on top of posts that were about 3 feet off the ground. Stan picked
me up, and placed me in between the two boards. Well, let's just say his
thick cum broke out of prison!

	While I was handling business, Stan placed his lips over mine, and
our tongues collided. We kissed the entire time his cum came roaring out of
my ass. My asshole wasn't hurting at all, but my ass cheeks were still on
fire from the spankings. When I was finally done, our kissing ended, and
once inside the house, Stan went to his bathroom, and I went upstairs to
mine.

	Nothing happened for the next couple of days, because Stan was busy
getting everything at work set to go on their two week European
vacation. Also, the pool company showed up, and it took them three days to
install the pool, build the deck, and fill it up with water. During this
time, and believe me, it was a struggle, but I didn't jerk myself to a cum
explosion at all. In two more days, Stan and my mom would be gone for two
whole weeks, and the other downside to all of this, was the fact that my
mom was already home, and that meant I couldn't do anything even if I
wanted to. I did get to enjoy the pool, and while Stan was at work, and
with my mom home packing, I spent plenty of time in the pool.

	The day before they were flying out, my mom left to go grocery
shopping, leaving me and Stan all alone. No sooner had she pulled out of
the drive, Stan looked at me, pointed, and said, "Get out of those fucking
things my little cock bitch!" I yanked off my shorts, and Stan slid his off
too, and his monster cock was already rock hard. Stan told me to go get on
the sofa, and when I did, he positioned me so that I was on my back, and my
head was dangling slightly over the armrest. Once I was in the position he
wanted, Stan looked down at me, grinned, and then said, "Today, you will
learn how to eat daddy's ass out!"

	Stan turned so that his muscular ass was now hovering close to my
face, bent over which caused his cheeks to part, and now I was getting an
eyeful of the vast black hairs lining his crack, and the black hairs all
jumbled up near his asshole as if trying to conceal it. Stan sank his ass
on my face, and the first thing I got was a whiff of the musky scent. As
his asshole got closer and closer to my mouth, the musky aroma got
stronger. Then, Stan had smashed his ass onto my mouth, and then he
forcefully commanded, "Now boy, get that fucking tongue all up in my ass! I
wanna feel that motherfucker like you fucking love it!"

	I stuck my tongue out, and the velvety texture was kind of weird,
but not too awfully bad, so I began swatting and swiping his hairy asshole,
hoping beyond any and all hopes that I was doing it right. The last thing I
wanted was another spanking, so the more I licked his hairy asshole, the
more I was starting to get into it. We both knew that we only had about a
couple of hours before my mom came back home, and right now, I was eating
out Stan's ass like a pro. Stan was panting as he said, "Oh fuck
meeeeeeeeeee! Damn Cole, that fucking tongue of yours is driving me bat
shit crazy! Yeah my little cock bitch, eat the fuck out of daddy's hot
hole!"

	My tongue slipped inside, and now I was doing all I could to try
and shove as much tongue as I could up his hot anal canal. Now, it was
Stan's turn to start shaking, and shaking he was most certainly doing right
about now. While I tongue fucked his asshole, his large hairy bull balls
rolled all over my head. Stan was humping up and down, and from side to
side while my tongue slithered deep into his rectum. He was constantly
shouting out various things, but I was too busy eating his ass to pay any
attention as to what he was actually saying.

	I don't know how long I ate his ass out, but my tongue was starting
to really ache. Stan pulled his ass off of my face, and before I had a
chance to take in some fresh air, he yanked my legs over my head, and was
now licking and poking my asshole like some meat craved maniac. I know I
yelled as soon as I felt his tongue submerge itself into my ass, and now
Stan's tongue was doing what it does best, and that is one hell of a magic
act inside my ass.

	While Stan was dining on my ass, I reached out with my left hand
and latched onto his horse cock. It felt heavier than ever before, and as
my hand explored every thick inch, I smeared his globs of precum all over
it. Stan was moaning and grunting, and I was whimpering and hissing. Stan
withdrew his tongue, and sucked both of my balls into his mouth while using
his left middle finger to fuck my ass.

	Eventually, Stan let my balls slip out of his mouth, and now he was
slurping wildly all over my hard teen nail. With his finger fucking my ass,
and a thumb rubbing all over my saliva drenched balls, I knew I wouldn't be
able to take much more, and after about a minute, I was correct, and was
now coating the interior of his mouth with my cum. Stan stayed on my cock
until the last dribble had been sucked out. He then jumped up, and dang
near ran to his room, and quickly returned carrying a bottle of lube.

	He sat down in the recliner, and smeared the lube all over his
cock, and then said, "Don't just lay there my little cock bitch! Get your
pretty ass over here, and sit on my cock!"

	I rolled off of the sofa, and staggered over to him. His hands went
to my hips to help me balance as I stepped over his crotch with our faces
facing one another. I squatted down to the point that his large cockhead
was touching my asshole, and as he held his cock with his right hand, I
grimaced and whimpered as my asshole finally open up enough for the beat to
gain entrance. I slowly impaled my ass onto his lengthy pole, and once I
did, Stan hooked each of my legs over the armrest, and that's when the
party really began.

	I was humping up and down while Stan was hoisting me up, and then
force feeding my body onto his pole. To say the least, I could feel my mind
starting to wander away from my body. I was slipping straight into a state
of euphoric heaven! My hands were resting gently on the sides of his face
as our lips met, and our tongues raced to dive into the other's hot mouth.

	While we were kissing, Stan started grunting, and soon he was
packing my ass with his hot cream. He deposited his load, but kept on
slamming his cock into my ass while thrusting my body down onto it. Even as
we passionately kissed, I was now almost too far gone to recall the chain
of events. It was while I was visiting Space Mountain, I apparently shot a
load all over his chest and stomach, and for however long after that, Stan
fucked his second load up my ass.

	I came to the nightmarish reality when I heard him say, "Holy fuck,
your mom's home!" He picked me up, and I almost fell, as he jumped out of
the recliner, and tossed my shorts to me, and then said, "Go on, get the
fuck upstairs now!" While I held onto the railing, I was catching all kinds
of hell lifting my feet up to get to the steps. Stan was scurrying around
getting his clothes back on before she walked in, but he forgot about the
mess I made when I creamed all over his chest and stomach. He just put his
shirt back on, and my watery cum revealed itself through the thin material
of his shirt.

	I had made it up the stairs, and had just rounded the corner when
my mom walked in. I went straight to my bathroom, and sat n the toilet. I
have no clue what lie Stan told in regards to my cum showing through his
shirt, but since I didn't hear any yelling, she must have bought it, hook,
line, and sinker.

	Around 4pm, my mom told me to come downstairs for dinner. It seemed
mighty odd to me to be eating dinner this early, and that's when I found
out that they were leaving around 9:30pm tonight to catch the red eye
flight. Later, I helped load their luggage into her car, and was inside the
house when my mom, not even looking back, yelled, "Call us if you need us."
Stan and I both watched her leave, and Stan whispered, "Stick your tongue
out!"

	I did, and he closed his lips over my tongue for a short few
seconds, and when he released my tongue, Stan whispered, "I'd much rather
be with you. Cole, make no mistake about it, I love you more than life
itself, and I'll be thinking about you constantly."

	After Stan walked out, I waved goodbye, and then closed, and locked
the door. Now, I was home alone, and for an entire two weeks. I hate to say
it, but I wouldn't miss my mom much, but I sure will miss Stan, and his
beefy cock. I yanked off my shorts, and kicked back on the sofa, and
watched some television. When I started getting sleepy, I went upstairs and
climbed into bed. I wasn't scared being alone, but I sure as heck was
mighty excited knowing I had the house all to myself.

	The following couple of days, all I did was hang out in the pool
naked. I was starting to get a really good tan all over, and on the morning
of the third day, I went for a swim, and when I got tired of it on account
that it was just too dang hot outside, I went in, and gave myself a
refreshing enema. I showered, and used the coconut oil afterwards to
revitalize my skin, making it smooth in the process, not to mention, smell
good too.

	It was almost 10:00am, and I was downstairs when the doorbell
rang. I was smart enough to make sure I had shorts downstairs, so when I
heard the doorbell, I put on the shorts, and answered the door.  There
stood Jimmy, looking all around to see if anyone was watching, and as soon
as I opened the door, he darted in. I closed the door, and locked it, and
turned to face him. Jimmy nervously said, "I've got maybe an hour, and was
wondering, if you um, uh, would like to um, um, you know, fool around."

	I was horny, so in response, I said, "Yeah, but I've got to ask you
this, but have you ever had your butt eaten out before?"

	Jimmy quickly replied, "No, not ever!"

	I fired back, "Okay, let's go upstairs to my room."

	As I went up the stairs, I could feel Jimmy's eyes on my butt, and
as soon as we entered my bedroom, I yanked down my shorts to show Jimmy
just how excited I was. My hard boner was dancing before his very eyes, and
he was staggering all over as he yanked off his clothes. His cock was
already hard too, and as soon as he was naked, I took control by saying,
"Get on the bed, close to the edge, in a doggy style position."

	Jimmy did exactly what I said, and I was standing on the floor,
between his legs, eyeballing his spread crack. Unlike Stan, Jimmy did have
a few black hairs running up and down his crack, but his asshole was clear
from any hair, and as I looked at it, I saw it steadily puckering. The
first thing I did was put my nose up to it, and instantly smelled a mild
musky aroma. After a few more sniffs, I grabbed onto his dangling balls
with my left hand, and then used my tongue to swirl and slither all over
his butthole.

	I saw Jimmy's hands reach out, and grab onto the bedding, balling
both hands into a fist as his voice danced across the room, "Ohhhhhhhhhh
fuck, fuck Cole, oh shit, shit, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk
this ummmmmmm, feels soooooooooooo goooooooooooooooddddd!"

	When my tongue knocked down his anal barrier, and slithered inside,
Jimmy went buck fucking wild, and was yelling, "Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!
Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, fucking shit Cole, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"

	The heat from inside his ass latched out to my probing tongue,
followed with his anal muscles bearing down on it. I could feel his balls
tightening in my hand as my tongue treated him to something he had never
experienced before. His body shook violently while my tongue fucked his hot
hole with a fiery passion. I must have eaten his ass out for a solid 15 to
20 minutes, and just at the very end, Jimmy cried out that he was going to
cum, so I yanked my tongue out of his ass, helped him to flip over, and
then quickly stuck his throbbing cock into my mouth just as the first wave
of cum ropes flew into my mouth.

	The taste of his cum was far different than the first time. It was
slightly salty, but not bitter at all, so I gobbled up his offering as fast
as he could serve it up. When I had swallowed the last of it, and panting
like crazy, Jimmy said, "Oh fuck Cole, I've got to fuck your ass, I just
gotta!"

	I smeared some coconut oil onto his hard cock, and he wanted me to
get on top of the bed in a doggy style position. Once I was in position,
and Jimmy helped me make a few bodily adjustments, he put his cockhead on
my asshole, and in one agonizing motion, he slammed his cock all the way
inside of me. I grunted and hissed, and he grabbed a firm hold onto my
hips, and started slinging me backwards to greet his hammering thrusts.

	Jimmy yelled, "Oh fuck, you ass is tight and fucking hot!"

	His jamming thrusts were fast and hard, and he didn't slow down for
a good ten minutes when he unloaded his load into me. I was enjoying him
fucking the daylights out of me, and was really loving the pleasures he was
providing me with, but after he slung the last of his cock snot into my
ass, Jimmy pulled his cock out of y ass, and quickly got dressed. He was
already fully clothed by the time I had a chance to spin around, and sit on
the edge of the bed.

	He smiled at me, and then said, "Thanks man, that was fun as fuck,
but I gotta run!"

	I watched him dip out of my room, and heard him quickly go down the
steps, and then closed the door behind him. I got up, and went downstairs
to lock the door, and was half way up the stairs when that oh too familiar
feeling struck me, so I quickly scampered into my bathroom to sit on the
toilet. My cock was still hard, and I thought about jacking off as Jimmy's
cum departed my butt, but decided to hold off until later.

	I gave myself another enema just to make sure all of Jimmy's cum
was gone out of my butt, and then went downstairs to go swimming. It felt
great being naked while lounging around inside the pool. After swimming
around for a while, I got on one of the lounge floats, and was on my
stomach letting the sun beat down on my bare backside. I was so comfortable
that I must have dozed off.

	At some point in time, I awoke startled after hearing a voice. When
I rolled off the float was when I realized I was still in the
pool. Naturally, I dunked myself, and when I surfaced, I saw two guys
standing at the edge of the pool, and both were looking at me. One guy was
Latino, and he looked to be in his early twenties with jet black hair. He
stood somewhere around 5'8", and was very slender. The guy standing to the
Latino's right is a dark skinned black guy, and he looked to be in his mid
to upper twenties. He stood a good 6'2", and weighed a muscular 200 pounds.

	The black guy spoke first, "Hey, sorry to disturb you little man,
but we come to check out the pool we installed. We called, but when nobody
answered, we figured nobody was home, so we let ourselves in through the
side gate. We need to check out the chemical balance, so don't mind us at
all."

	The Latino was looking at me, licking his lips, and his left hand
was obviously groping his cock. His voice was soft as he spoke, "Hey amigo,
you might want to come here so we can show you how to make sure your pool
has the correct chemical balance. Don't worry my friend, we've already seen
you naked, and it's cool with us. Ain't that right Bruno?"

	The black guy's name is Bruno, and he was smiling as he replied,
"Ah hell, it's cool with me! Bring that pretty little ass over here so we
can show you!"

	I started walking towards them when the Latino said, "No my friend,
you have to get out of the pool in order to see what we are doing."

	As much as I didn't want to, I went ahead and tossed caution into
the air, and exited the pool. Both men looked at me as if I were their last
meal as I walked up to them. Bruno smiled, and said, "Damn little man, you
look good enough to eat! What you say Javier?"

	The Latino's name is Javier, and in response to Bruno's question,
he smirked, and then replied, "Fuck yeah amigo! Baby boy is pretty enough
to eat, and I bet that ass of his is prime to be dicked the fuck down!"

	Bruno fired back, "For sure, this boy's ass is just begging to be
dicked down!"

	First of all, I could hardly believe my ears since I was standing
right the fuck there, and the two guys were talking as if I wasn't. I was
getting ready to speak when Javier said, "Yo Bruno, ain't a fucking hair
anywhere to be fucking seen! Fuck yeah, I like em smooth as fuck!"

	Bruno shot back, "Oh hell the fuck yeah, I love em when they ain't
go not mother fucking hair! And, this boy sure as shit is one pretty
motherfucker! Damn, this pretty little motherfucker is making my dick hard
as fuck!"

	Javier added, "Yeah bro, my dick's been acting the fool ever since
we saw his juicy little ass! FuuuuuuuuCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK, I sure as shit
could get my fuck on with this pretty little hombre! Uh huh, I'd have to
eat that hot little ass, and then fuck the shit out of him!"

	Bruno was looking at me, and then boldly asked, "Hey little man,
has that pretty little mouth of yours ever been on some man meat before?"

	I was kind of pissed, and in response to his question, I let her
rip, "Yes, I've sucked cock before, and before you ask, I've also been
fucked too, so I ain't no mother fucking virgin, so there!"

	Javier chuckled, and then said, "Okay amigo, if you say so! Do you
really think that your little ass could handle the two of us?"

	Sounded more like a challenge to me than anything else, so I
replied, "Well, there's only one fucking way to find that out! I'm game if
the two of you have the balls for it!"

	Bruno was stroking his cock with his right hand, looked around, and
then down at me while saying, "Yo little man, you shouldn't be talking like
that, cause you just might give someone the wrong impression, and um, you
just might find yourself getting that ass of yours dusted the fuck up!"

	I smiled while looking at both of them, and after a few seconds, I
bravely said, "Talk is cheap, and action speaks louder than words. Tell you
what, I'm going to go inside, upstairs to my room, and if the two of you
can back up all your shit talk, I'll be ready! I'm gonna rinse the pool
water off first, so give me a couple of minutes before you come up, that
is, if you have the balls!"

	As soon as I walked into the house, I ran upstairs and quickly got
into the shower. I used the coconut oil to bathe myself with, and my dick
was throbbing the entire time. Both Bruno and Javier were very good
looking, and I had read several stories on Nifty about a boy my age took on
two men. One part of me was somewhat petrified, but the other part was
eager and excited. As I was finishing up rubbing the coconut oil all over
my body, I bent way over, and inserted my left middle and index finger up
my butt. I worked my fingers in and out until they slid with effortless
ease. I dried off real good, and was in my bedroom to see if they would be
joining me.

	When I heard the footstep on the steps, my heart raced and was
pounding heavily. Bruno walked in, and then Javier was in behind him. Bruno
stopped about four feet away from me, and asked, "Have you ever sucked a
black man's cock, or even Latino's for that matter? Boy, once we get going,
we gonna destroy that ass of yours!"

	I answered, "A cocks a cock, and the color of a persons skin don't
have a damn thing to do with it, but no, I haven't sucked a black or Latino
cock yet, but I sure as fuck am ready to try!"

	Javier was staring at me with hungry intent as he stripped out of
his clothes. When I saw his cock bounce out of his underwear, I stared
straight at it as if mesmerized by the sight. His cock was a close to eight
inches long, fairly slender, and he was uncut. The foreskin just barely
covered his plumb shaped cockhead. Although he didn't have any hair on his
chest, but starting with his pubes, Javier was covered in thick black
fur. His cock had a slight downward angle right in the middle, and below
his cock were a set of hairy low hangers. They must have hung down a good
five or six inches, and were about the size of a pecan.

	Bruno was next to strip, and his jet black pole sprung out, and was
aiming itself straight ahead with a slight downward angle.. His cock was
cut, and had to be close to nine inches long, and was a tad thicker that
Javier's, but nowhere close as thick as Stan's. His flowered mushroom
shaped cockhead was slightly thicker than his shaft, and below his cock
were a pair of eggs about the size of a chicken egg. His hung down about
three inches and were sparsely covered with black curls.

	Bruno grinned, and then asked, "Uh huh, you scared now boy, ain't
ya? Yeah, you done got a good look of some real man meat, and now you
probably wanna tuck your tail and haul ass, huh?"

	I stepped up, leaned down, and stuck his cockhead into my mouth
before he had a chance to say, or do, anything. My left hand cupped his
balls while my right hand reached over and latched itself onto Javier's
cock. I wasn't able to deep throat Bruno's cock, but I was able to get
about four, maybe five inches into my mouth without gagging.

	Bruno said, "Hot damn, this here boy knows how to suck a dick! Ah
fuck, get you some of that black meat white boy, go on, get you some of
this here chocolate!"

	His salty precum attacked my taste buds, but the more I tasted, the
hungrier I seemed to be getting, and before long, I was gobbling on
Javier's hooded cock. Once again, the familiar concoction of sweat, piss,
and precum coated my mouth's interior. The more I tasted, the more I had to
have. Soon, I was taking turns going back and forth sucking their cocks
while caressing their balls.

	Javier had me stop, and had Bruno get on my bed, on his back, and
now I was in between the man's legs, on my knees, sucking his cock with a
passion. Javier got in behind me, and didn't even so much to hesitate as he
began using his tongue to swipe up and down my crack while drilling wildly
at my butthole. Thanks to the coconut oil, it didn't take hardly any time
before Javier's tongue was snaking into my canal, and I could feel my body
shaking from all the pleasures I was receiving.

	Bruno was rubbing my head with his left hand while saying, "Ah fuck
yeah white boy, that's it baby, suck that big ass black cock like you
fucking love it! Go on homeboy, eat this pretty little motherfucker's ass!
Yeah amigo, tongue fuck all that ass, cause we gonna fuck his into mother
fucking powder!"

	Javier only grunted, because he was way too busy tongue fucking my
ass to respond. Not only was he eating the hell out of my ass, but his
fingers were caressing, and tugging, on my balls too. Yes, I was in hog
heaven, and I knew it. I had a hard cock in my mouth, and a probing tongue
in my ass. The harder Javier ate out my ass, the hungrier my ass was for
their cocks.

	While I was sucking Bruno's cock, my fingers were playing with his
balls, and he suddenly grabbed my head, grunted, and hissed as my mouth was
now being flooded by his cum. I swallowed a large load, and it had a very
mild hint of salt, and that was it. I swallowed as fast as his cum
torpedoed into my mouth, and I could also hear myself whimpering as I drank
his cum while Javier dined on my ass.

	I sucked Bruno bone dry, and his cock was still very much hard when
Bruno said, "Hey amigo, it's time to get my fuck on. I'll shred his ass
while you choke him with your cock!"

	Javier was on his knees in front of me, and was already fucking my
face as Bruno, with just my saliva as lube, forced his cockhead into my
anal chamber, and didn't stop until he bottomed out. From behind, Bruno
said, "Ah fuck man, this mother fucking boy's ass is smoking hot, and tight
as a motherfucker! Oh hell this is some good fucking ass!"

	Javier replied, "Hey homy, this pretty little white boy can suck a
mean dick too! Hot damn he's going to town on my cock like he wants to
marry the motherfucker!"

	I grunted from the fast entry into my ass, but as Bruno was
thrusting his meat in and out of my butt, I was meeting force with force,
and slung my ass onto his thrusting cock each and every time while clamping
down with my anal muscles. Every time Javier would get close, he would yank
his cock out of my mouth. I'm not sure how long it had been since Bruno
started fucking my ass, but at one point, and with no hands on my cock
whatsoever, I shot a mother load all over the bed. When Bruno wasn't able
to last any longer, he and Javier would switch places. Now I was sucking
Bruno's cock one more while Javier was wearing my ass out to a frazzle.

	I was already in a state of mind altering ecstasy, and after
switching a few more times, I was now sucking Javier's cock while Bruno was
fucking the starch out of me. This time around, Javier grabbed my head,
said something in Spanish, and then flooded my throat with his thick Latino
love cream. It was kind of salty, but nothing major to complain about. I
sucked him bone dry, and then Javier pulled his cock out of my mouth. I
think by now, I had already busted two nuts, and a third one was quickly
approaching.

	Bruno was the one who changed everything up, and now I was sitting
on Javier's cock with my back facing him. Bruno pushed me so that I was on
my back, resting on top of Javier's chest. Bruno pushed my legs over my
head, and Javier grabbed them, and held onto them as Bruno stepped in
between Javier's legs, and that's when I knew what Bruno was up to. He was
going to pack my ass full with both of their cocks.

	Once Bruno got his cockhead inside me, he showed no mercy as he
reared back and slammed the remainder of his cock straight up my ass. Now,
I have both of their cocks inside me, and it wasn't as painful as I had
imagined, and in fact, as Bruno started thrusting violently, I was slipping
off into another world. I was definitely out of it, but felt as though I
was having one hell of an orgasm, and could feel the warm watery liquid as
it shot all over my chest and stomach.

	Once again, I'm not sure how long I was in my own orgasmic head
space, but when I started coming to, Bruno was wiping my face with a cold
wash cloth while Javier was wiping off my chest and stomach with a cold
wash cloth. When my eyes connected with Bruno's, the man smiled, and then
softly said, "Little man, I ain't about to tell you no mother fucking lie,
but that was the best fuck I've ever had! How about you Javier?"

	Javier responded, "Amigo, I'm right there with you on that! I know
I dumped five gallons of cum up your hot little ass, so hell yeah, that was
without a fucking doubt, the best fuck I've ever had, word up
motherfuckers!"

	Since I was coming around, both men got dressed, but I didn't have
the energy to get out of bed. As they were walking out of my bedroom,
Javier looked at me, smiled, and said, "I will make sure the door is locked
behind me my friend! We'll only be about five minutes at the pool, and
we'll leave out the side gate. Again my friend, thank you for such an
amazing fuck!"

	I was so exhausted that I drifted off to sleep. When I did wake up,
it was around 2:30am, and I had one hell of a mess to clean up. Javier and
Bruno's cum that had been deposit in my bowels were now all over my bed
covering. I stripped my bed, and put the linen and blanket into the
washer. After that, I gave myself a quick enema, and then took a long, hot
bath. Oddly enough, my asshole wasn't hurting at all, and even as I basked
in the tub, all I could think about was how exciting it was to have sex
with both Bruno and Javier. I still miss Stan, and what he and I do
together is far different than the other guys I have had sex with. With
Stan, it means a lot more, and it seems to always be special.

	Since my mind was taking me back in time while I soaked in the tub,
my cock began throbbing as I recalled most everything that transpired with
Javier and Bruno. To say the least, I was horny, very horny! After I got
out of the tub, I went to my computer, and went straight to Nifty, and
began reading some stories in the Adult/Youth section. While reading the
stories, I squeezed my sac tightly with my left hand, forcing my balls to
look like they were about to pop out of the sac, and was stroking my cock
while every now and then, using the palm of my right hand to spank my
balls.

	I ventured upon a story in which a boy my age was home alone, and
just like me, horny as hell. He put on some extra short shorts, and hopped
on his bicycle, and slowly roamed his subdivision until he found a man who
was more than willing to have sex with him. The only difference was that in
the story, the boy lived in a very large subdivision. I live in a small,
gated subdivision in which for the most part, everyone had lots of
money. Nevertheless, I eventually jerked myself off to the point I could no
longer hold back, so I squirted my cum into the palm of my left hand, and
when I was done, I took the liberty of drinking my own homemade spunk. It
really didn't have any taste at all, and soon, soon I was licking my palm
and my fingers of all my cum.

	After putting the bed linen in the dryer, I was still hornier than
ever, and my hard cock validated that. I was trying to figure out just who
all I knew in our small subdivision that might be a potential target, but I
came up empty. It was still dark outside, and way too early to ride my
bike, so to try and keep my mind off of sex, I cleaned the house.

	Once the house was clean, and my bed linen was back on my bed, I
took a shower and made sure that I applied the coconut oil all over my
body, especially inside my butt. I brushed my teeth real good, and put on
an old, really short and tight, white bicycle shorts. I looked at myself in
the mirror, and you would have to be completely blind not to notice my
cock. Even my butt left nothing to the imagination. I put on my sandals,
and proceeded to slowly ride my bike all over our small subdivision. I only
saw a couple of men, but they waved, and went back to doing whatever they
were doing.

	We do have a security gate that leads to a walking path that cuts
through the woods to the grocery store, and the gate is open from 8am, and
is locked at 9pm. In between those times, there's always a guard at the
entrance to make sure only residents enter. Over time, I have befriended
the only guard who would actually speak to me. They have orders to not
speak to the residents, but Mr. Cline has always been very friendly to
me. He's probably in his early sixties, bald, and stands about 5'10" and
weighs close to 180 pounds.

	When I rode up to the guard shack, I was happy to see Mr. Cline at
his post. I rode up to him, and he walked out of the guard hut for us to
exchange hellos. After looking at me for a short time, Mr. Cline said,
"Cole, you might want to go put some clothes on, or somebody just might get
the wrong impression, and we don't want that to happen now do we?"

	I knew what he was referring to, but playing the innocent part, I
asked, "No sir, and how can they get the wrong impression?"

	He rubbed his head with his right hand, looked down at me, and
smiled, and then said, "Well um, lets see here. I reckon I can answer that
by saying it this way. You see Cole, with you being pert near naked and
all, somebody might think of you as being a um, uh, sex object. They might
want to have sex with you even though you might not want something like
that to happen. There, I'm sure you can understand that a little better
now."

	I was still sitting on my bike, smiling as I replied, "Oh yeah, I
get it sir! Somebody might rape me, but then again, the last time I
checked, you can't rape the willing, now can you?"

	Mr. Cline eyed me up and down, and said, "Um, I reckon not! As good
as you look, I'm sure you'll find that certain somebody, especially wearing
those tight fitting shorts!"

	For the next several minutes, we chit chatted back and forth, and I
was steadily, and intentionally, turning the conversation into more of a
sexual one. So far, Mr. Cline was feeding into my line of questioning, and
as he answered my last question, I followed up with asking, "So, when was
the last time you had your dick sucked?"

	He sort of looked perplexed at my question, but then he responded,
"Wow, now that's a tough one! Me and the wife have been married for over 40
years, so there ain't no sex going on anymore. Oh hell, come to think of
it, she ain't never put my dick in her mouth. Huh, it's sad but true, but I
don't think I've ever had that done to me before."

	I followed up by asking, "Dang, that sucks, but have you ever
fucked anyone in the ass before?"

	He was quick by saying, "Oh hell no, I ain't never done no butt sex
before!"

	I shot back, "You sure don't know what you're missing then! It's
hotter, and a hell of a lot tighter than any old smelly pussy! And, since
you ain't never had your dick sucked before, well then, you really ought to
know what all the fuss is about."

	I could see the bulge inside his pants growing, so I knew our
conversation was doing the trick. Before he could respond, I added, "You
know, you could have sex right here in the hut, and nobody can see you!
It's nice and cool with the air conditioning, and from the looks of it,
offers plenty of privacy."

	He turned to look at the guard shack, and then turned to face me
once more. And his voice cracked as he said, "Yeah, I reckon it would make
for a good spot, but an old married man like me wouldn't even know where to
begin to get somebody to do that, you know, suck my dick, and let me poke
them in the butt. It's a heck of a lot easier for a good looking young stud
like yourself. Is good looking as you are, and with that fit body of yours,
you could just point and pick, and they'll be yours for the taking."

	I got off of my bike, and made sure he got a really good look at my
butt as I parked my bike on the far side of the shack, and then slowly
walked back up to him. We were standing about three feet away from one
another, and I was looking up into his brown eyes while asking, "Can we go
inside the shack cause it's hot as hell out here sir?"

	We walked inside the shack, and though it was fairly small, there
was plenty of room for the two of us. It did have a bathroom in it, but the
main part was just a stool that overlooked the large window in front, and
the two larger windows on the sides. There were large mirrors hanging down
from the sides, so the guard could see anyone, or anything, approaching
from the rear.

	Once we were facing one another, I softly spoke, "If you want, I'd
be more than happy to suck your dick for you sir, and you can fuck my ass
too, that is, if you want sir."

	Mr. Cline was visibly nervous, and wasn't able to offer any sort of
response, so I stepped closer, and my fingers went straight for his zipper,
and lowered it all the way down. He cleared his throat, and then said,
"Cole, this just ain't right, no sir, ain't right at ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

	I had fished out his hard cock, and was now holding it in my
hands. In my hands was one super hard 7 inches of uncut man beef. It was
thick, but not as thick as Stan's, and his pubic hair was a mix of black
and gray. Below his uncut cock were a set of low hangers, dangling between
his trembling legs a good five inches. His balls was about the size of
walnuts, and now I had my right hand on his cock while my left cupped and
caressed his heavy, and quite hairy, balls.

	His foreskin completely covered his bell shaped cockhead, and the
head was a little thicker than the shaft. I bent over, and just as he was
fixing to speak, placed my mouth over the head while my tongue snaked
itself into his foreskin. The familiar taste of sweat and piss greeted my
taste buds, but that wasn't about to stop me from doing what I had to do.

	It didn't take long before I felt his left hand lightly fall onto
my head, and as I sucked on his cock, I was sliding a good five inches at a
time in and out of my slurping mouth. My tongue raced all over his cock
while I caressed his balls like never before. His body was shaking, and he
softly said, "Oh my God, oh God, this ummmmmmm, it ummmmmmm,
feeeeeeellllllllssssss soooooooooooo gooooooooooddd!"

	To prolong things, I rotated from sucking his cock, to orally
worshiping his balls. From hearing all of his moans and grunts, I could
tell that Mr. Cline was enjoying what I was doing to him. In the back of my
mind, I knew I was prepping him to fuck my ass, and right now, my asshole
was definitely hungry for some cock. After about 25 minutes of orally
seducing him, I had just let his cock plop out of my mouth, and while
looking up into his glossy eyes, I whispered, "Would you like to fuck me?"

	Mr Cline cleared his throat, and then said, "Fuck yeah I would!"

	I stood up, dropped my shorts, and slung my right leg onto the
counter while leaning over. I could feel my butt crack as it spread open,
and even though I couldn't tell, but it was pretty obvious that Mr. Cline
was taking the time to stare at my butthole. My heart was thumping like
crazy, and then I felt his cockhead knock at my backdoor. I couldn't help
myself, so I softly said, "Go on sir, push it in me!"

	I grunted and hissed as his cockhead seared through my anus, and
didn't stop until it bottomed out. He yelled, "Sweet mother Mary, I ain't
never had my cock in anything as hot at this before, and mighty dang tight
too!"

	Mr. Cline instantly started banging me, and the harder he slammed
his cock into my ass, the more I was loving it. I yelled, "Oh God
yesssssssssssss, fuck me sir, fuck my ass sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

	He was saying things, and so was I as he went stark crazy whaling
his meat in and out of my butt. I was clamping down with my anal muscles as
hard as I could, and the harder I squeezed, the louder his voice rose. His
big hairy free swinging balls made a thud each and every time it slapped my
flesh. Often times, they would slap my balls, but that only increased the
pleasures shooting throughout every inch of my body.

	My hands were on top of the counter, but when I felt my orgasm
propelling to my cock, I reached down with my left hand and cupped my
cockhead as my cum started spilling into it. My head was spinning, and the
pleasures racing through my body seemed to be enhancing as Mr. Cline fucked
the hell out of my ass. Every so often, he would mix up his thrusts, but
would always go back to a full blown anal assault.

	Not trying to make this sound like I am complaining, but Mr. Cline
knew how to fuck, and up to this very moment in time, he had been fucking
my ass for well over 30 minutes, and was still going strong. I had busted
two loads, and drank my own cum, and the man wearing my ass out was more
like a machine hell bent on fucking my ass to powder.

	From start to now, it had been forty-two minutes, and now Mr. Cline
was yelling, "Good God, I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna, oh my God, gonna blow!"

	I could feel the warmth of his thick cream strike my anal canal,
and he was still hammering the hell out of my ass with every ounce of
strength he could muster. He jammed the last of his cum up my ass, and when
he pulled out his limp cock, he said, "Oh hell, I can't believe I just did
this! I'm sorry Cole, I'm so sorry."

	I had to fight to get off of the counter, and when I did, I looked
at him and said, "No sir, you have nothing to be sorry about! I wanted this
to happen sir! It was me who seduced you, so you did nothing wrong sir!
Please Mr. Cline, please don't think you did anything wrong. What we did
was beautiful, and I'd love to do it again someday soon."

	He looked at me while stuffing his cock back into his pants, and
asked, "Do you mean that Cole? You um, you really want to do this
again...with me?"

	I quickly replied, "Yes sir, I honest to God do sir!"

	We talked for a short while, and then I got back on my bike, and
raced home. I knew what to expect from having his cum inside me, so time
really wasn't on my side at all. When I got home, I did the toilet thing,
and afterwards, I gave myself an enema, and took a shower. Even as I
showered, I was still hungry for cock. I just couldn't think of anyone I
could call, and I was kind of hoping Jimmy would stop over. All I could do
was nothing, and hope somebody would come along to feed my growing sexual
hunger.

	Nothing happened at all for the next three days, and it certainly
wasn't for a lack of effort on my part. I rode around my subdivision
several times, but nothing came of it at all. I spent most of the time in
the pool stark naked, and my body really showed signs of a dark tan. As
hard as it was, I elected to not beat my meat during those three days, and
on the morning of the fourth day, I had already made sure I was clean, both
inside and out.

	It was almost 9:30am when the front doorbell rang, and upon opening
the door, it was Jimmy. As soon as I opened the door, he rushed right on
in, and was already buck naked by the time I closed the door, and put the
lock on it. As soon as I turned around, his hard cock was welded up against
his flat belly, and he was looking at me like an eagle scouting an unaware
rabbit.

	Jimmy licked his lips, and then said, "Cole, I can't stop thinking
about you! If you want, we can have some fun!"

	I smiled while saying, "Yeah um, okay, but it looks to me like
you're already to have some fun."

	Smiling back at me, Jimmy nervously said, "Yeah, I couldn't help
myself. It's just that um, uh, you know, you are just so incredibly fucking
hot!"

	I was already all boned up, and as I turned to go up the stairs,
Jimmy stopped me by saying, "If you don't mind, take your shorts off so I
can look at that beautiful ass of yours as you go up the steps." I yanked
them down, and tossed them onto one of the chairs, and then proceeded to go
up the steps. Midway up, Jimmy said, "Cole, your ass is fucking perfect
dude!"

	Once we were in my bedroom, and were standing at the edge, Jimmy
pushed me onto the bed, and in one stealth swoop, had my knees extended
over my head, and his tongue was already whipping my asshole like it owed
him money. I yelled, "Oh fuck yeah, yeah, eat my ass Jimmy, eat it like you
love it!"

	He must have been exceptionally horny too, because he was
whimpering and moaning as he dined on my upturned asshole. Jimmy pulled his
face up so our eyes met, and he said, "Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk, your ass
tastes so fucking good!" He went back to work licking and probing all over
my hole while his nose was making contact with my cum bloated balls.

	Jimmy was using his tongue so aggressively on my asshole, that I
grunted and moaned as it journeyed inside of me., slithering and lapping at
my insides ever so wildly. While his tongue made insane love to my ass,
Jimmy's fingers softly caressed my balls. To say the least, I was in
heaven! By far, this was the longest amount of time Jimmy had ever spent
with me, and so far, he has spent every single second tongue fucking my
ass. Time had reached a point that Jimmy started rotating from eating my
ass to orally working on my balls. Back and forth, he spent quality time on
each area. Several times, I almost went beyond the point of no return, and
shot my load, but was able to stop it just in time.

	It had to have been well over an hour before Jimmy allowed my legs
to lower, and now had his hungry mouth on my throbbing cock. While his
mouth worked on my meat, I felt one of Jimmy's finger slowly crawl into my
asshole, and was now wiggling all around while periodically thrusting in
and out. His finger chiming away inside my ass only made my ass that much
more hungrier for his cock.

	My body exploded, and as it did, I cried out, "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm,
oh shit, I'm um, gonna, oh fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk, gonna
CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!"

	Jimmy continued sucking my cock, and then it happened. Jets upon
jets of cum came rocketing out of my cock, and straight into his now
whimpering mouth. While I was blowing my load, his finger increased its
speed as it tore in and out of my ass with blinding speed. My head was
seeing nothing but the bright lights from all of the fireworks popping off,
and just when I thought my orgasm was subsiding, my body tensed up, and
then more cum rapid fired out of my cock.

	I was in somewhat of a daze, but Jimmy had drank the last drop of
cum I could offer, and then his voice sounded, "Damn, now that was one big
fucking load, and it um, it tastes sweeter than before!"

	I was too numb to speak, but then my ears heard, "Eat my ass Cole!
Get your tongue way the fuck inside of me! C'mon, I wanna feel your tongue
all up in my shitter!"

	My eyes only saw lights, but my nose caught a distinct aroma of
musk as Jimmy was now sitting on my face, spreading his ass cheeks with
both hands. I could feel his crack hairs on my nose, and thankfully enough,
my tongue snapped into action, and began licking his musky smelling
hole. Jimmy immediately cried out, "Yes, yesssssssssssss, eat my hole Cole,
eat that motherfucker gooooooooooddd!"

	He was riding my face while gyrating his ass all around. My tongue
slithered itself inside his hot ass, and in doing so, Jimmy went butt fuck
berserk, and started smashing his ass onto my face even harder, and
wiggling it all around. He yelled, "Fuck yes, that's it, that's fucking it,
oh fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk, oh shit, shit, eat it, oh
fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"

	Jimmy's face was facing away from me, and my tongue had reached its
maximum depth, and now I was tongue fucking his ass as he hopped up and
down on it. It felt like a long while, and my tongue was aching something
awful, and then Jimmy scooted himself backwards while pushing his hard cock
into my mouth. I instantly started gagging, because he slammed his cock all
the way into my mouth, and before I had time to react, his cum started
coating my throat. One long blast after another, and while his cock was
shooting, Jimmy was fucking his cock in and out of my ass, bottoming out
with each inward thrust.

	For the first time ever, I was now deep throating a hard cock, but
was constantly gagging while still doing my best to swallow his fairly
large salty load. I could hear him vaguely say something, but I was too
busy trying to swallow, trying to breathe, and stop gagging from having all
of his cock dart down, and bottom out in my throat. As his cock shot its
cock snot into my mouth, Jimmy was face fucking me with long, fast thrusts.

	At some point, my throat must have gotten use to having Jimmy's
cock in it, because I wasn't gagging any longer. While his cum shot down my
throat, I was swallowing and moaning as more of his thick cream fired
out. Jimmy fucked the last of his load into my mouth, and with his cock
still rock solid hard, he sat up, and got off of my face rather quickly.

	His hands grabbed my legs, and drew me closer to the center of the
bed. Before I knew what was happening, Jimmy slung my legs over my head,
hooked both of my ankles behind my head, and with his cock slick from my
own saliva and his cum remnants, he forced it straight into my ass, and as
soon as he had all of his cock inside of me, he began rearing back, and
wasted no time in blistering my ass.

	The initial entry did offer some discomfort, but within a few short
seconds, the feeling of having his cock plow my ass filled me completely up
with swarming pleasures. I may have said something, but simply cannot
recall, and as time marched on, Jimmy varied his pace to prolong his own
orgasmic explosion. With so much pleasure shooting throughout my entire
body, my mind felt as though it was wandering away from my balled up body.

	Whatever had come over Jimmy was something I was very thankful
for. This time around wasn't a quick suck and fuck, that's for sure. At
some point in time, while he was plowing his cock into me with sheer gut
wrenching vengeance, his lips fell over mine, and soon his tongue was
exploring my mouth's interior. Purely out of instinct, my tongue shot into
his mouth.

	As we kissed ever so passionately, I felt the warmth of the liquid
squirting out of my cock, firing in between our bodies. My head was already
spinning, and now it was spinning oh so wildly. Breathing became very
difficult with our tongues in each others mouth, but that didn't stop me at
all from relishing the moment. It seemed as though the harder his cock
banged into me, the more the warm liquid came firing out.

	Later, our lips departed from one another, and now Jimmy was
fucking my ass harder than ever. I was pretty much virtually out of it when
his cock erupted, and was now pumping his wad deep into my rectum. I wasn't
even aware that he was blowing his wad, but in all honesty, probably didn't
really care at all at this point. Jimmy kept on tearing my ass up, and once
his load was all gone, his once rock hard cock started deflating, and doing
so at a rapid pace.

	Both Jimmy and I were gasping for air as his limp cock slid right
out of my hiked up ass. Jimmy did have the mindset to unhook my ankles, and
allowed my legs to drop as he rolled to his left, and laid on his back, all
sprawled out. By the time I was starting to come around, Jimmy was already
dressed, and was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. When our
eyes met, he smiled, and then softly said, "Cole, you are amazing, and that
ass of yours, well, it's um, it's fucking incredible! I know I've said this
before, but I'm gonna say it again. You are gorgeous! I've got to head on,
but I do thank you, and thank you for everything!"

	I must have mumbled thanks, or something like that, so he hopped
up, and left. He did lock the door behind him, and I stayed in bed, my body
just a shaking, for quite some time. Naturally, what goes in must come out,
and after releasing his thick goo into the toilet, I washed my butt out,
and then soaked in the tub. Even after having just had some really great
sex, sex was still the only thing I could think about. I wasn't just Stan's
cock bitch, I was pretty much turning into a cock whore.

	Stan did call periodically to check on me, and not once did my mom
call. Stan would always tell me how much he loves me, and can't wait to get
back. Hearing his voice, and thinking about his big cock always got me
horny. With three days left until they would get back, I was growing more
and more frustrated with not having any sex. I rode around the subdivision
daily, but nothing ever came of it. Even stopping at the guard shack, I
didn't see Mr. Cline, and the last time I rode up to it, the guard told me
that Mr. Cline had retired.

	So far, the only thing I had to show since they left was a dark
tan, and one very hard cock. With three days left until they came back, I
was extremely horny, and after making sure I was clean inside and out, I
put on my size too short bicycle shorts, and started my slow ride around
the neighborhood. In the several Nifty stories I had read about a boy
cruising his neighborhood in search for sex always seemed easy, but I
wasn't so lucky. The few guys I saw out in their yard would wave, but that
was about it. I even tried to strike up a conversation with a couple of
them, but that didn't work either.

	I had just rode down this one road that was three streets over from
where I live, and I was slowly riding the curb around the cul-de-sac to go
back up the street, and these homes were larger than the one I live in. I
was slowly riding my bike, taking in the sites when a voice from behind me
said, "Good morning young man, and how are you today?"

	I stopped my bike, and looked back, and behind me, off to my right
was a man standing at the edge of his driveway. I had seen him a few times,
but really didn't know him. He's a light skinned black guy in his late
30's, and he is very tall, standing a good 6'6", and probably weighs around
200 pounds. Right now, he is wearing light blue gym shorts, and nothing
else, so I could easily see his muscular body. Also, something else I could
clearly see was the huge bulge inside his shorts. In response, I said,
"Good morning sir, and I'm doing good I guess, and how are you doing sir?"

	He walked up to where I was sitting on my bike, and as he took each
step, the bulge inside his shorts kept on getting bigger and bigger. He was
now standing to my right, about three feet away showing me his soothing
smile, and pearly white teeth. He held out his right hand while saying, "My
name is Dale, and you are?" (I told him my name.) Good, and it's a pleasure
to meet you Cole. I've seen you riding around here lately, and I must say
that you have one heck of a tan going on. (I gave my thanks.) I'm quite
certain nobody has to tell you just how beautiful you are, and um, for the
right person, delicious looking as well."

	I repeated his response by asking, "Delicious sir?"

	Dale replied, "Yes, and please take that as a compliment! If
somebody thinks that highly of you and they make a remark such as you look
good enough to eat, then by all means, that would be defined as being
delicious, wouldn't you agree?"

	I was nodding my head up and down while saying, "Yes sir, makes
sense to me. Thank you for that compliment sir."

	Dale casually looked around, and then back down at me, smiled, and
softly spoke, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but seeing how you are
dressed, or lack thereof, is there something specific you are looking for
today?"

	I figured I had absolutely nothing to lose, so I responded by
saying, "Um, yes sir, there is as a matter of fact sir. Please don't tell
anyone what I'm fixing to say sir, because my mom wouldn't understand. (He
gave me his word.) You see sir, I'm gay, and um, well I uh, I'm horny as
hell sir."

	When I said that, I saw his crotch twitch and throb, and the bulge
got a hell of a lot larger. Dale followed up by asking, "I understand, but
it's one thing being horny, and another acting upon it. Have you had gay
sex before?"

	Without any shame in the world, I replied, "Oh heck yeah, plenty of
times sir! Just in case you are wondering, I prefer to have sex with
men. It seems that guys my age don't really know what all they are doing,
and even still, it's just a quick suck and fuck, and then gotta run. That
shit gets old after a while sir. With men, it seems like sex is way more
special."

	Looking around once more, Dale nervously smiled, and then added,
"Oh, I hear you, and I completely understand. Since we are being honest
with one another, I must confess that I am a boy lover, and just for the
sake of asking, do you know what that means?"

	I was smiling back at him while saying, "Oh heck yeah, I know what
a boy lover is. You see sir, one of my favorite sites on the internet is
nifty dot org, and there are plenty of those stories that will get your
motor revving. Since you're a boy lover, I guess that makes me a man lover,
huh?"

	Dale replied, "It might be best if we carry this conversation
inside. You are more than welcome in my home, and I give you my word, I
will not rape you."

	I shot back, "Okay sir, but you can't rape the willing!"

	I parked my bike inside his garage, and we walked in through the
side door inside of his garage. Even his backside rippled with bulging
muscles, and once we were inside, I followed him to the living room. He sat
down in the recliner, and I sat on the sofa directly across from him. At
first, we just sort of stared at one another, and after a few eerie seconds
of silence, Dale asked, "Cole, if you don't mind me asking, but how old are
you?"

	I answered, "13 sir, and I know I don't look it, but I am."

	He smacked his lips, and then said, "Ah, to be 13 again! Normally,
I prefer my boys a little older than 13, because I am uh, let's say, very
well blessed in the cock department. Most of them can't handle all of my
meat up their young asses, but that doesn't stop me from trying
though. Cole, have you ever had sex with a black man before?"

	I replied, "Yes sir, and it was great sir! Um, just how big is your
um, your uh, your cock sir, that is, if you don't mind me asking?"

	He chuckled, and then said, "Oh, it's a little over ten and a half
inches, and it's got some considerable thickness to it as well. Just
sitting here looking at your beautiful mouth, I can already tell you won't
be able to get the head in. The best you'll be able to do is lick it, but
then again, that won't draw a complaint from me. Cole, if you'd like to see
it up close and personal, perhaps we would be a bit more comfortable going
to my bedroom. Is that okay with you?"

	I was still thinking about his cock size knowing that it was even
longer than Stan's, but somehow managed to nod my head in agreement without
even thinking about it for a couple of seconds. He got up, and so did I,
and I followed him into his luxury bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed,
and placed his large hands on each of my shoulders, and had me stand in
front of him.

	Dale said, "My God Cole, your beauty steals my breath away! I am no
stranger to having sex with young boys, but I can honestly say that I have
never been with anyone as gorgeous as you, nope, not ever! I give you my
word that I will not do anything to harm you, and if things get out of
control, just tell me to stop, and I will do so immediately. I must ask,
but are you sure about this, because I don't want you to feel I am forcing
you to do something you are not interested in doing?"

	I whispered my response, "I'm sure sir!"

	In one quick motion, he picked me up, and gently place me on his
bed, on my back, and he was kind of leaning his left side of his body onto
my right side. Our faces were close, really close, and then his full lips
met mine, and our tongues darted into each others mouth. His large right
hand was caressing the entire left side of my body, but that didn't stop my
body from shaking even though his soft gentle touches felt soothing.

	We kissed for a long time, and not once did his hand grab onto my
throbbing erection. When our lips parted ways, Dale started nibbling,
kissing, licking, and sucking on the left side of my neck, and as he did, I
could literally feel myself easing off into orbit. From the left side of my
neck to my right, Dale didn't miss a single spot, and then he went to work
on my ears, tonguing and sucking each one with pure passion. To say the
least, I was a mess, but more so, I was like melted butter and willing to
do whatever this man wanted to do.

	Dale trapped my arms over my head, and then his mouth dove onto my
left hairless armpit where he began licking, sucking, biting, and
kissing. I could hardly breathe from the pleasures erupting throughout
every square inch of my shaking body. From left armpit to right, and then
back again, Dale worked on my armpits like they were a savoring
delicacy. His mouth went to my throat area, and just like the areas above
it, Dale made oral love to it, and my whimpering was so loud that I was
drowning any and all other sounds out.

	When his mouth slid down, and his lips locked onto my right nipple,
my body came alive as soon as I felt his teeth sink into my skin, and his
tongue began whipping the living hell out of the very tip. While his mouth
was on my right nipple, his fingers from his right hand was busy toying
with my left nipple. It felt like volts upon volts of electricity shot
through my body, and as each one tore its way into me, more and more
pleasures followed.

	Dale worked his way all the way down to my belly button, and his
mouth and tongue were now busy making love to it. I was panting harder than
ever, and unable to stop myself from making all sorts of loud whimpering
sounds. His fingers found the hem of my shorts, and I could just barely
feels his long fingers sneak inside, but not once did they manage to come
in contact with my aching hard cock.

	I can honestly say that I have never felt this way
before. Everything he was doing to me was mind numbing pleasurable. He left
my belly button, and then licked, bit, and sucked all the way down my right
leg, and once he got to me feet, his tongue went wild in between my toes,
and he stuffed most of my small foot into his hot mouth. Even that set my
inner soul on fire, and I could feel my shaking body squirming, but it was
like I had no control whatsoever over my own body. When he got his fill of
my right foot, he went to town working on my left foot. When his mouth had
worked all the way up my left leg, I thought he was going to pull my shorts
off, but he didn't.

	Dale went all the way up, and sank his mouth over mine, and once
again, the two of us embarked on one very long, fiery passionate, tongue
sucking, kiss. As we kissed, my left hand caressed his back, basking in the
rippling muscles while his hands roamed my body, but never coming close to
ever touching my hard as stone cock.

	Just when I thought the moment was now at hand, as soon as our lips
separated, Dale flipped me over onto my stomach. I had my arms curled under
my chin, and his lips, teeth, and tongue introduced themselves to my
backside. His hands constantly caressed my sides while his mouth worked on
every square inch of my back. When he got to the top of my butt, Dale
skipped over it, and went to work on the backside of each leg.

	I felt him straddle my body, and then his fingers dipped under the
hem of my shorts. My heart was thumping like crazy as he slowly eased my
shorts down, and the room's air gently slapped at the bare flesh of my
exposed butt cheeks. Inch by inch, Dale lowered my shorts until he managed
to set them free from my body. I couldn't see, but I felt his eyes feasting
on my butt.

	Dale's voice sounded, "My God Cole, now this is a butt crafted by
God's own hands! It's perfect! Oh good God, it's so deliciously perfect!"

	His large hands gently fell upon each of my butt cheeks, and his
fingertips kneaded themselves lightly into my flesh. Every so often, Dale
would ease my butt cheeks apart, and when he did for the first time, he
said, "Sweet mother Mary, now this is a sight only a chosen lucky few has
ever seen! Mmmmmmm, it's just as gorgeous as the rest of you, and I'm quite
certain, just as sweet!"

	I was too busy relishing in the overwhelming pleasures to respond,
so he kept on caressing my butt cheeks, until I felt his nose sliding in
between my spread crack at which point I knew that he was sniffing my
butthole. I wasn't worried at all, because I knew I was exceptionally clean
back there, and after several long whiffs, Dale said, "Oh my gosh, it
smells just as sweet as it looks!"

	That's when his tongue made a loving swipe on my butthole. I moaned
loudly as his tongue began licking it, making long swipes up and down my
entire crack, and then wiggling itself right on my hole. I could hear
myself moaning and grunting as the pleasures began soaring even higher than
ever before. At times, he would slowly lick up and down my crack, and at
other times, his tongue would race against time to slither all over my
butthole. Nonetheless, Dale was driving me insanely wild with his ass
dining ability and technique.

	As the hands of time moved forwards, so did his ass pleasing
tongue. I was barely able to contain myself as his tongue began its lapping
journey inside my anal realm. I was whimpering and he was grunting, and I
could feel every twist and turn his tongue was making inside my
bowels. Without having to say so, but I was in heavenly ecstasy, and the
longer he continued dining inside my ass, the hungrier my ass was getting
for some cock.

	I have no idea just how long Dale spent eating out my ass, but it
was by far, the longest time anyone had ever done it. Just taking a guess,
I'd have to say it was over an hour and a half. He flipped me back over
onto my back, and as soon as my back hit the soft king sized mattress, Dale
had both of my balls inside his mouth, and one of his fingers on his left
hand was drawing miniature circles all over my puckering butthole. The
fingers of his right hand stretched out, and was gently caressing my
heaving chest and stomach.

	His tongue performed wonders on my aching balls, and Dale spent a
lot of time orally working over my tender jewels. When he let them fall out
of his mouth, his tongue began flickering and slithering all around the
base of my hard cock, mopping my hairless pubic region with his tongue in
the process. And, then it finally happened! Dale's lips locked onto my hard
pole, and slowly worked their way to the base while his tongue slowly
slashed and licked all over.

	It may not have been a full minute, and I did my best to warn him
that I was fixing to cum, but Dale held my cock firmly implanted inside his
mouth, and soon, a tidal wave of cum came squirting into his humming
mouth. I was whimpering and hissing so loud that I couldn't hear any other
sounds other than my own. With the last of my load having been sucked out
of me, Dale didn't stop making oral love to my boner.

	By now, I was in and out of it, and Dale's magical mouth and gifted
tongue brought me to another cum explosion. Once again, the only noises I
could hear were the ones I was now making. He had milked me bone dry, and
yet his mouth wasn't letting my limp noodle free. At times, his tongue
flickering on it was almost way too sensitive, but then at other times, I
didn't ever want him to stop.

	I was definitely somewhere in la la land, and Dale was still
working on my cock. Out of nowhere, my body tensed up, and it felt as
though I was now enduring the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced
before. I actually thought I was going to faint, and just when it seemed
that things were dying down some, my body tensed up some more, and the
orgasm intensified.

	By the time I realized what was going on, Dale was leaning on his
left side staring at me. When our eyes met, he smiled, and then softly
said, "My gorgeous young friend, you are just as sweet on the inside as you
are on the outside!"

	I was still very much groggy, but as I tried to focus my eyes, I
realized my right hand was on something extremely hard, and monstrously
thick. I forced my fingers to stretch to the furthest limits, and whatever
my hand was on, my fingers didn't even reach around half way. Once my eyes
started focusing, I looked into his big brown eyes, and then looked down my
right side. There, in my hand, was Dale's massive chocolate cock. The huge
mushroom shaped cockhead was even thicker than the monstrous shaft, and
just by looking at it, I could tell it was thicker than Stan's, and longer
as well.

	As I struggled to sit up, Dale rolled onto his back. My hand was
still on his cock, and now I was on my knees, between his spread legs, and
completely mesmerized by the size of his horse cock. Dale asked, "Does the
size frighten you? Some have seen it, and ran out of the door while others
did their best to get it inside their asses. It's okay if you would like to
stop here. I will understand!"

	My mouth opened, and the words just sort of flew out, "Nu uh sir,
it's um, um, huge, but I um, uh, can handle it sir!"

	There was a large bead of precum exiting from his puffy piss lips,
so I leaned forward, and used my tongue like a spoon, and scooped it up. It
had a hind of salt, and after I told myself it tasted really good, my
tongue began swirling all over Dale's gigantic cockhead while my fingers
danced wildly all over his thick shaft. My tongue made contact to every
thick inch of his cockhead, and then started licking all over the shaft,
working up and down, and all around.

	Every so often, I would question myself as to whether or not his
gargantuan cock would even fit inside my ass. If the length wasn't scary
enough, the overall thickness damn sure was! In some ways, I guess I was
trying to mentally prepare for the upcoming pain, because I already knew
for sure that trying to get this mammoth beast up my ass was gonna hurt,
and hurt awfully bad. The other side of me knew that if I were able to get
his cock into my butt, the pain would eventually go away, and the pleasures
I so desperately sought would certainly be overwhelming at best. As for
now, I was doing the best I could do, and that was to lick all over while
letting my fingers stroke his shaft as they could.

	When I got all the way down to the base of his cock, my left hand
hoisted up his large balls, and I took turns licking all over each one. I
dd try to get one in my mouth, but it was just too darn big, so I had to
settle for licking them. Dale didn't seem to mind, because he was moaning
and whimpering as my tongue pleasured his balls and cock. While I was
licking his balls, Dale used his muscles, and readjusted my body. Now, I
was on my knees on his left side, and he was using a slippery middle finger
of his left hand to gently glide in and out of my ass.

	One thing was for certain, and that's the fact that Dale has some
long fingers, and the finger sliding in and out of my ass was definitely
hitting all the right spots. I could hear myself moaning and whimper as his
finger dove deep, and then almost departed my ass before sliding all the
way back home. It wasn't long before Dale inserted another long finger up
my ass, and in doing so, I was licking his cock as if it were a melting ice
cream cone.

	My tongue was once again swirling wildly all over his cockhead, and
Dale softly said, "Good boy Cole, you're doing a great job! I'm getting
close, and I, oh God, I shoot a pretty good sized load!"

	I just grunted, and kept on licking while my fingers sang a wild
chorus on his meaty shaft. I was really getting into it when I felt Dale
add a third finger up my hungry ass. Now, we were both grunting, and he
said something about cumming, so I placed my lips over his puffy piss lips,
and was stabbing at his piss lips as if trying to gain entry. Dale yelled
something, but I felt the enormously thick glob of cum as it spattered
sharply up against the roof of my mouth.

	I swallowed the first load, and it had a very mild hint of salt,
but before I could savor it, another whopping round shot into my mouth, and
now his cum was in rapid fire mode, so I was chugging it down as fast as I
possibly could. One thick load after the next, and I was eagerly swallowing
it, making sure as to not spill a single precious drop. When I had sucked
the last vibrant drop from his piss lips, I tilted my head to my right, and
our eyes met.

	In a very soft voice, I asked, "Are you gonna fuck me now sir?"

	Dale was panting, but managed to reply, "Oh my sweet precious boy,
no, no! I have no desire whatsoever to fuck you, but I do want to make love
to you, and that's a difference you will soon come to understand."

	We talked for a few more seconds, and Dale had me get on my left
side with my right knee position close to my chin. The pillow was close to
my face, and I could feel him applying more lube to my ass with two, and
then three fingers. When he pulled his fingers out of my butt, I already
knew what was coming, and was doing my best to mentally prepare for his
oversized cock to make its painful entry.

	Dale whispered, "Just relax, and soon, soon you'll be soaring into
the clouds!"

	His giant knob pressed up against my asshole, and I could feel the
pressure building as more and more pressure was being applied. Just when I
thought there was just no way his massively thick cockhead could open my
asshole up enough to dip in, a pain like no other tore through my body, and
the fiery pain was way beyond agonizing. I must have been grunting, or
something, because Dale said, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh my sweet boy, you're doing
real good!"

	Stan's cock had hurt like hell the first couple of times it went
inside of me, but even that pain was no comparison to the nightmarish pain
I was now having to endure. It was if a traffic cone was being forced up my
ass, and if that wasn't bad enough, the damn thing was on fire too! As Dale
pushed a half an inch at a time up my ass, I literally thought I was going
to die. My anal walls were being stretched wider than ever before, and they
were revolting by letting me know just how bad they felt being overly
stuffed.

	The pain was so agonizing that I thought I was fixing to pass out
as more of his thickness pried itself deeper into my pain riddled
chute. Was I crying at this point? You bet your sweet ass I was, and I
wasn't making a point to hide it either! What felt like an eternity, and
with my body still reeling from the excruciating pain, Dale had
successfully impaled my ass with all of his cock. It felt like it had
ripped through my anal canal, shattered my guts too, and was now stuck
somewhere in my throat.

	In a feeble effort to allow my ass to get acclimated to his cock,
Dale held himself still. With every inhale of breath I took, it seemed like
I was breathing in pure fire straight from hell. My mind was a bungled
mess, and the gut wrenching pain tormenting every square inch of my body
wasn't letting up any at all. I could feel my body shaking, but had no
control over it whatsoever.

	When Dale started withdrawing his huge pole out of my rectum, it
felt like it was vacuuming out my insides, and he stopped just as the crown
of his thick cockhead broke the seal of my anus, and then slowly dove all
the way back in. Over and over, he slowly rooted my ass, and still, still
the pain was never ending and relentless. This slow motion in and out went
on for a little while, and in my mind, my ass was a bloody mess. However,
an eternity later, something inside me either broke, or simply gave up,
because the tormenting pain began to diminish, but not quite fast enough
for me.

	Just as Dale's rhythm started to increase, my mind literally
exploded with fireworks, and now, now my entire body was being consumed
with a pleasure I had never encountered before. I had thought, or at least
up to this very moment in time, I had been to Space Mountain and back a few
times. But, the cock now sliding in and out of my ass was sending my mind
far away from my shaking body. Dale's muscular arms latched onto my upper
body, and was holding me close to his while his cock dove deep with every
inward thrust.

	I was still crying, but now I was crying from pure euphoric
pleasures. Dale would vary his thrusts, going from zero to one hundred in a
split second one minute, and then slowing down to a snail's crawl the
next. Every so often, he would kiss my neck while his monstrous cock
whipped in and out of my ass. He had worked me into an orgasmic explosion,
and I could feel the warmth of my own juice as it squirted onto my stomach
and the bedding. Dale was saying something to me, but at this point, I was
too far gone to hear clearly anything he said.

	I may have been soaring way above Space Mountain, but one thing was
for certain, and that is Dale has the stamina unlike no other I had ever
been with. Even after I dumped my messy load, he still continued to mix his
thrusting pace up. Somewhere in time, Dale re-positioned me so that I was
now in a doggy style position. His long fingers held onto my hips as his
cock made love to my ass.

	A long, long time later, I was embarking on yet another mind
altering orgasm, and this one was more intense than the previous one. I'm
not even sure when, but Dale had flipped me onto my back, and my ankles
were behind my head. Every time his cock bottomed out, I saw more and more
stars. His lips closed over mine, and our tongues slithered passionately
into the other's mouth.

	Be it the same endless orgasm I was already enduring, or another
one, but nevertheless, I was having one hell of a body quaking orgasm. Dale
was still plowing my ass, and I was clearly in a state of orgasmic bliss. I
must have blacked out, or was just too far gone, but a long time later, I
felt the air from the room as it struck my gaping asshole. Dale's cock was
no longer inside of me, and I was still on my back, somewhat sprawled out.

	Dale was on my right side, and a good while later, I started to
come back to the world of reality. At first, I was a little startled,
because I wasn't aware of my surroundings, but as my head rolled to my
right, I saw Dale looking at me, smiling from ear to ear. Dale softly said,
"Welcome back my gorgeous lover!"

	I mumbled something, but don't recall as to what I actually said. I
was still breathing very erratic, and my asshole stung rather sharply. My
body was still not cooperating, and I was shaking all over. Even now, it
still felt as though my mind had not fully returned just yet. Dale kissed
me tenderly, and said he was going to take a shower. I stayed in bed,
unable to move, and smiled knowing that I had just been sailing through the
peaceful clouds of Space Mountain.

	I stayed in bed until I had to get up. It took every ounce of
strength I could muster to roll out of bed, and even then my legs buckled,
causing me to fall onto the floor. Thanks to the wall and the side of the
bed, I finally made it back up to my feet. The walk to his bathroom seemed
like it took forever, but I finally made it to the toilet. My butthole was
on fire as Dale's gooey cream came roaring out of my butt. I had just
finished up when Dale came to the door, and asked me if I would like to
take a shower. After he came in and showed me where everything was, I
proceeded to take a well needed shower.

	By the time I was done in the bathroom, and had just met up with
Dale in his living room, it was getting late, and I was starving. We talked
for a little while, and then I headed home. I made it just in time for Stan
to call. We talked briefly, and then I got something to eat, and went
straight to bed. I was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and
as I slept, I was constantly dreaming about Dale, his muscular body, and
his gargantuan sized cock.

	The next morning, I gave myself a deep, deep anal cleansing, and
soaked in the tub filled with hot water and coconut oil. All I could
concentrate on was Dale, so after drying off, and brushing my teeth, as per
our conversation, I hopped onto my bike, and went straight to his house. I
rang the front doorbell, and he smiled while letting me in. We spent the
entire day having sex, and by the time I had to go home, it was just
getting dark outside.

	The last day of my freedom was spent with Dale once more, and once
again, we spent the entire day having sex, or as he puts it, making love!
Each time he put his cock in me, it did hurt, but not as bad as the very
first time. By the third day, it was kind of uncomfortable, but I quickly
got used to it.

	Once my mom and Stan returned home, I was once again Stan's little
cock bitch. But, for the remainder of the summer, I would make it a point
to visit Dale at least once a week, and sometimes twice a week. This went
on for a couple of years, and by now, I had pubic hair, but kept everything
shaved. Stan and my mom had reached a point in their relationship that Stan
simply couldn't take it no longer, and moved out. I was 15 at the time, and
by Stan moving out, it did allow me more time to visit Dale.

	From when I was 15 all the way up to 16, my mom went through
boyfriends like most people drink water. She barely spoke to me, and a
month after I had turned 16, she and I had one hell of a blowout
argument. I can't recall all that was said, but I did stand up to her, and
said, "You may as well know, but I'm gay!"

	Well, she completely flipped out, and started yelling, "Oh fuck no!
Ain't no son of mine no motherfucking faggot! Holy shit, you're just a
worthless pile of shit, and will never amount to be any fucking thing other
than a pipe smoking faggot! I bet you take it up the ass too, you nasty
cock sucking faggot motherfucker!"

	I stood there and listened to her scream at me from the top of her
lungs, and when there was a little break, I snapped back, "I did what you
couldn't fucking do, and that is I pleased my man, and yes, yes mom, I take
it up the ass, and maybe you ought to give your ass up so then you might be
able to keep a man!"

	I guess that was like a slap in the face according to her, cause
she screamed, "That's it, that's fucking it, you sick son-of-a-bitch! I
want your faggot ass out of my mother fucking house, and don't ever come
back, not ever! And, don't even bother getting anything from your room,
cause I bought every fucking thing in there. Just get the fuck out, and
don't you ever bring your cock sucking sick ass to my home ever again! You,
you faggot piece of shit are dead, you are fucking dead to me! Now, get the
fuck out faggot, and stay the fuck out!"

	I walked by her as she slapped me in the face. I looked at her, and
angrily said, "You'll die a miserable old cunt all alone because you don't
give a fuck about anyone but yourself! Adios bitch!"

	I was going to get on my bike, but she bitched about that too, so I
just walked away, and kept on walking until I got to Dale's house. Dale let
me in, and he and I have been together ever since. At present day, I am 23,
and there's not a day that goes by that we don't let the other know just
how much we love each other. Oh, it seems as though Dale is a neurosurgeon
at the same hospital my mom works at, and four months after moving in with
him, he pulled some strings and had my mom transferred to another hospital
a couple of hundred miles away.

	Dale and I did run across Stan the other day, and Stan was in the
company of a guy in his late teens. As far as me being able to take Dale's
big ass horse cock, well um, I take it with very little effort these
days. In any position Dale wants, my asshole is always ready for his
cock. I still am not able to suck his cock like I wish I could, but Dale
knows just how much I love his meaty weapon of mass anal destruction.

	I guess in the end, this was all a Nifty sort of education!!!


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