Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 10

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October 2

To get out of the house, Dillon decided on a drive. Not far out from his
house, as he was turning the corner, he saw the lights in his rearview
mirror. This was not the beginning of the day he wanted but he pulled to
the side of the road. After a few minutes, Sheriff Malone knocked on his
window. Dillon could not help but smile as he rolled the window down and
stared at the sweet bulge right at eye-level. The sheriff noticed but
didn't say anything. Instead, he asked for the usual and Dillon handed over
his information. A few minutes later and the sheriff came back to the
window to return it. Dillon found it hard to not stare at the man's bulging
blue-black uniform pants.

"You're going to need to slow down," the sheriff said, leaning on the
car. "This is the third time I've stopped you in the same amount of months,
for the same thing. You in a hurry to get somewhere, son? That why you
can't keep your lead foot off the gas?"

After almost a year of eyeing the sheriff, waiting for him to be by
himself, Dillon gave in to his more wicked desires. Knowing he was already
in trouble, he decided to go for the whole thing. He put his arm on the
window, then let his hand graze the man's crotch. The sheriff smirked at
the "accidental" contact, then gave the area a look.

"Think this is going to get you out of your ticket?"

Dillon let the back of his hand graze the sheriff's bulge again. "Trust me,
this is one thing I do nice and slow. If it doesn't, I'm doing it wrong."

Dillon unzipped the straining uniform pants. Sheriff Malone helped by
leaning in the window, propping his bulging balls on the edge. He heard a
satisfied sigh as his cock came free of his pants. The warm, wetness of the
boy's tongue got a sigh of his own. The sweet lips closed around his
bulbous head and slid down the shaft. True to his word, Dillon took his
time getting the shaft slick and wet. Lots of tongue and spit let him work
at the slowest pace possible. Sheriff Malone reached through the window and
slid his hand to the back of the boy's head. He then set up his own pace,
slow and easy so the boy could swallow him all the way every time he came
forward. Soon, the man was rocking his hips and Dillon was giving him the
blowjob of a lifetime. Although he would never admit it, the kid was better
than Chad and that was saying something.

"Jesus, kid," Sheriff Malone groaned. "Get ready...oh, fuck..."

Dillon slid his hand around the man's waist, down into his pants. He
gripped the firm, thick asscheek and started sucking harder than before. He
felt the first throb against his tongue. The next, he felt in the
head. Globs of cum began erupting in his mouth as the sheriff pulled almost
all the way out. Dillon felt the power of the stuff as it shot but the
taste was everything he hoped it would be. Creamy, hot, and slightly sweet,
the sheriff tasted better than many men he'd had. Definitely top five,
Dillon thought as he collected the stuff in his mouth.

"Goddamn," the sheriff groaned again. "That was..."

Leaning down, he pulled Dillon close so he could get his lips on the
kid's. Tasting his own spunk, he ground his mouth even tighter against the
other's. His hand massaged the kid's head, then came around to his
cheek. He pulled back to see Dillon's flushed, handsome face.

"You're one kinky fuck, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Dillon said, licking his lips. "Wanna see just how kinky?"

Sheriff Malone leaned back, then took another step away from the
door. "Matter of fact, I do. Me and some friends are hosting a little
pre-Halloween party in a week. We're going to need a party favor, if you
follow what I'm saying. You interested?"

"How many guys will there be?"

The sheriff smirked again. "Five, maybe six. If you're up for it, I could
get a few more."

"Do I get to wear a costume?"

"As long as you can perform in it, I don't see why not."

Dillon smiled. "Are you guys going to be wearing costumes?"

It sparked something in the sheriff to think about it. "Sure. Why not!
We'll make a real Halloween bash, costumes and all!" He leaned down and
kissed Dillon again. "Next Thursday. I can't wait."

"Me, either!" Dillon said, already hard again at the thought of being the
pivot person for a room full of costumed, horny men just waiting to grind
him into a cum-covered mess.

October 09

Pastor Ravi Santino came into his son's room, expecting to find him getting
ready. Instead, he found a twenty-something young man with a messy mop of
golden-brown curls lying on his son's bed. The young man wore nothing but a
beautiful, mischievous smile. Jutting up from his crotch was a stunning
piece of hard, pulsing meat. The man-boy's hands were behind his head. His
trim, muscular legs were spread wide. The only parts of his body not tanned
were the soles of his feet and palms of his hands. Ravi felt his mouth
water at the sight before him.

"Afternoon, pastor. Sam said to give you a message."

"H-he did?" Ravi asked, feeling drawn to the end of the bed. "Wh-where is
Sam?"

"Running late. He said you could open your birthday present early."

This was when the pastor noticed the scarlet ribbon at the base of the
thick shaft. It was tied under the boy's balls, too, like an elaborate,
makeshift cockring. The boy's balls were full and large. Smooth and
hairless. A trail of sweet gold hair ran up the boy's stomach, fanning out
over his chest. Two perfect pink nipples stood out of the hair, each one
aching for a warm mouth.

"Sweet Jesus," Ravi sighed.

"Yeah," the blond said. "I get that a lot. You want to open your present?"

All the pastor could do was nod. He came forward, climbing onto the
bed. The blond guided his mouth down to the sweet, fat head of his cock and
Ravi began sucking right off. The ribbon stayed on but Ravi liked it better
that way. The boy-man's thickness filled his mouth and throat. The warm
discharge filled his mouth, letting him slicken the shaft.

"I'm Max, if it matters," the blond said, working the pastor's mouth on his
cock. "Sam told me it might, on account of you liking to moan out the man's
name who's fucking you."

"Wait..." Ravi said, pulling off to catch his breath. "Fucking me?"

"Oh, yeah, pastor. I'm going to ride your whore-ass until you're begging me
to stop." Max smiled. "See, me and you share a birthday -- and your ass is
my present from Sam."

"Sweet Jesus," Ravi repeated, diving back onto Max's cock.

October 11

In between the straps of the worn jockstrap, the kid's asscheeks glowed
pink. Nathaniel kept delivering the solid hand-slaps to each cheek, causing
the kid to make small pained noise in between groans of
pleasure. Sometimes, as he rammed his mouth full of Freeman Sweeney's cock,
he managed a noise that was both pleasure and pain. The two men had been
using the kid for the last hour and it was starting to show. His ass was
getting pinker while fresh cum ran from his hole. Freeman held him by the
hair as he fucked his face for the fourth time. Both his cheeks and
forehead were covered in drying cum. In spite of his well-used holes, the
kid continued worshipping both men in any way he could. His ass burned with
each new hand-slap but he kept pushing back, kept offering his cheeks for
more abuse. Nathaniel obliged, each new tap of his hand making his cock
throb even more.

"Ah!" The kid screamed. The sound turned into "Mmmm..." as the pleasure
began. This went on and on, all while he pushed back toward Nathaniel while
he licked and sucked on Freeman. "AH! Oh...mmm...Aaah!!" He shouted. "FUCK!
Oh...please, fuck me!"

His hands roamed Freeman's body, loving the feeling of fur and lean
muscle. His mouth worked on the shaft, getting it all the way down his
throat while he massaged and pulled at the man's ass. Freeman rocked his
hips, feeding himself to the eager cocksucker.

Nathaniel pulled back first, then strode over to the bed. He sat down on
the edge and watched while Freeman face-fucked the kid for another few
minutes. He was in no rush and knew his friend wasn't either. The kid was
feeling him everywhere, squeezing his pecs, rubbing his stomach, even
fingering the man's asshole like a good boy. Freeman got off on having his
asshole played with. By now, the kid knew this and had gotten good at it.

"Please..." the kid said, pulling off the hard cock. "I want this in me!"

"Lead on, McDuff, Freeman said, stepping back.

The kid scrambled to his feet and went over to the bed. He straddled
Nathaniel and reached back to guide the man into him. Freeman came in, too,
leading with his cock. The two men entered the kid at the same time, each
one conscious of the other. The kid screamed with pleasure as they slid up
inside of him. His ass was already full of their loads from before so he
was ready to start riding right away. He pushed himself hard against
Nathaniel, who claimed his mouth and drove his tongue deep. Freeman took
hold of the kid's hips and began a hard, fierce rhythm.

"Yeah!" The kid groaned. "Oh, fuck me! Fuuuuck me! Oh, god...fuck me!"

His delirious, pain-pleasure groaning only drove Freeman to go harder. He
pummeled the kid while Nathaniel bucked his hips in countertime to his
strokes. The red cheeks of the kid's ass were tortured by both men as they
manhandled him as they fucked. The kid's tears were extra sweet as he
moaned for them to fuck him harder. His pain was beautiful as he rode their
dicks. Any clear words dissolved as he was fucked by both horny men.

Freeman took hold of the kid's hair and pulled his head back. He started to
pump fresh cum into the warm fuckhole as he bit the kid's neck. They both
groaned as Freeman came. The kid could not hold himself still as his body
bucked back toward the man. He reached for the man's head, turning into a
deep, kiss with deep tongue.

"We're going to tell him, soon," Freeman said, kissing and biting the kid's
neck. "We're going to tell him everything...how we plow your sweet
hole...how you swallow our loads...we're going to tell him what a complete
and utter whore you are."

"No..." the kid responded, his voice high and panicked. "You can't!
He'll..."

"He'll know all about you!" Freeman said, smiling. "He'll love watching the
videos!"

Before he could respond, the kid's body started to shake. "AH! OH! FUCK!
FUCK...I'm c-cuuumming!! Keep fucking me! Oh...god!!"

Nathaniel and Freeman did as he asked, both men drilling him right through
his own body-shaking orgasm. The kid shuddered as he unloaded on
Nathaniel's chest. Freeman kept kissing him, kept stroking him, making him
shiver all the more. As the orgasm subsided, the kid seemed to come to his
senses. Pushing his hair out of his face, he looked from one man to the
other.

"Are you...really going to tell him...about us? About me?"

Freeman plunged two fingers into the boy's sloppy hole and started
stirring. "You bet your ass."

"On Halloween," Nathaniel confirmed. "Who knows, he might just want to join
in."

October 22

 Max arrived just after noon. By twelve thirty, he was balls-deep in the
pastor's hungry hole. In the kitchen, the young stud spread the man's legs
as far as they could go while he worked his hips back and forth. In spite
of the man's pleas to slow down, to take it easy, Max continued to drill
the warm slot his cock was embedded in. He leaned forward so his sweat
would drop onto the man. He threw his head back as he lost himself in the
complete and utter pleasure of the whole thing. Max moaned as he found his
stride, as he fucked with a distinct rhythm and speed. It turned him on to
do what he'd done...come in through the back door, surprised the pastor,
stripped him down, and laid the cock to him -- just like he'd asked the
last time they fucked.

Ravi would have screamed out were it not for the thick slab of cock in his
mouth. It filled him, gagged him, and drowned him in precum. He licked
along its length when he could reach it, when it withdrew from his
throat. He sighed as it tapped his cheek, his chin, his forehead. Precum
ran all over his face, thick and plentiful.

Sam grinned down at him.

"I thought you were joking," Max said, grinning as he sped his hips
up. "You really are doing it! You really are giving your dad the dick!"

"He's a cockhungry whore. He doesn't care where the dick comes from." Sam
gave Max a long kiss, then returned his cock to the man's lips. "Isn't that
right, whore?"

Ravi answered by allowing the sweet length to return to his throat.

October 23

"What's this?" Chad asked, looking from the box on the bed to the man who
put it there. "It's too early for Christmas and my birthday isn't until
next month."

"Open it," Sheriff Mike Malone said, grinning.

Inside the box, Chad found a very special bodysuit. It was black with a
slight sparkle to it. It had an open back and cutouts on the
shoulders. Also inside the box was a special buttplug with a long, black
tail attached. A pair of ears and some black gloves were also in the
box. Chad knew what this was and his eyes lit up.

"Does this mean I can go? Really, this time?"

"It does but the tail stays in the whole night."

The sheriff walked over to the younger man and eased him into his
arms. Chad dropped the costume back into the box and let himself be
kissed. When his shirt came open, when Mike's mouth captured one of his
nipples, he sighed. The little bite led to another and another until Mike
was chewing on his sensitive pearls just like he liked. Rising up on his
toes, he felt the electric pulse of his dick as his nipples were played
with. Mike's hand slid into his jock and around his hardened shaft. He
sighed, then let out a simple, helpless sound. Mike started to stroke him
and Chad leaned into the hand.

"Are you going to be a good boy at the party?"

"Such a good boy!" Chad assured him, rising to the tips of his toes. "Thank
you, daddy, for letting me come! I'll make you so proud of me!"

Mike's other hand slid around to Chad's ass. Two thick fingers slid down
into his crack and pressed against his hole. "Tail stays in the whole
night. After the party, when we're back here, Daddy'll take care of that
sweet hole. Deal?"

Chad tried to respond but the mouth on his nipple, the hand on his dick,
and the fingers sliding into him were distracting. He nodded, falling
against the naked man. His hands roamed the hard shoulders and arms, the
hips, all along his back. Chad felt the fingers start a rhythm, same as the
hand caressing and stroking his cock.

"What about my mouth?" Chad asked, nuzzling Mike's neck. "Can it...go where
I want?"

"If somebody offers you a sweet treat," Mike said, squeezing his dick in
the best way. "By all means, say thank you in the most polite way."

"Will you be watching?"

"All night," Mike growled, biting again. His fingers sped up. His hand
slowed down. Chad whimpered. "It'll be fun seeing my boy servicing all
those hard strangers, knowing how much he loves it."

"Oh, daddy...I'm going to be so naughty!"

"I know you are. I've arranged for someone to punish my naughty boy, too."

Chad felt his dick throb and knew he was close. "Really? Is he good at
punishing bad boys?"

"When it comes to...ugh..." The fingers went in deep. "Punishing bad boys,
he's better than daddy! You're going to love being punished by him."

Chad's entire body rocked forward as the orgasm started. Cum erupted from
his dick, flowing over the man's hand and onto the floor. He kept pumping
his hips, though, riding the wave of pleasure this sent through his
body. Mike captured his lips, making sure to swallow the sound he made.
Their kiss was deep and passionate as the sheriff lifted him up and carried
him to the bed. Licking his hand clean, Mike lay down on top of the man-boy
and with one knee, spread his legs. Chad sighed when he felt the blunt head
press against his hole.

"Oh, daddy..." he muttered. "You're so good to me."

October 30

Preston Curry watched his wife's car back out of the drive. The sun was
already setting and he was feeling a sense of release. The car started down
the street and he went upstairs to shower. He was more excited than he
should have been, more excited than he'd been in a long time. He thought
about Nathaniel and what they'd talked about last night. A "surprise," the
man told him. Their monthly dinner would be with an added surprise. In the
shower, he wondered what kind of surprise it might be. They had to push
their dinner to Halloween so he wondered if it might have something to do
with that. Soaping his balls, he thought of all the things he wished it
would be. After all this time of dinner with Nathaniel, they flirted with
each other, made out a little, but nothing else. Sure, they talked about
more and Preston had watched from the hedges as Nathaniel fucked half the
neighborhood but they decided not to go there, with each other. He wasn't
sure why.

Getting out of the shower, he dried off and went into his
bedroom. Jeans. T-Shirt. Boots. No underwear. No socks. A comb through his
hair and he was out the door and crossing the street. Up on the porch, he
rang Nathaniel's doorbell.

"Hey, friend," the man said, opening the door. "You're a little early."

"I can come back."

"Nah. You're good. Want to snack on something before dinner?" Nathaniel
rubbed his crotch, making Preston smile. "If you'd rather have wine, I got
a bottle open."

Preston stepped inside and Nathaniel closed the door. He stepped in front
of the other man, stopping him with his body. Preston noticed the deep
trenches of his chest and stomach. The musky scent coming off of him was
like breathing in a drug. Nathaniel's hand slid over his growing cock. They
stared at one another while Nathaniel massaged him to full hardness.

"When are you going to let me do something with this?"

Preston put a hand on the man's wrist but didn't move it. Nathaniel kept
rubbing. He leaned in and kissed the other man. Their tongues touched after
a while. Preston finally moved the hand when the kiss ended and he could
breathe.

"You said you had a surprise for me."

Nathaniel slid the lock into place. "Uh-huh. I did. You're going to have to
lose the majority of your clothes, though. It's a naked sort of surprise."

"You serious?"

The other man unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and let it slide off
his shoulders. After he knew Preston was watching, he undid his pants and
let them fall, too. He stepped out of them, naked. He backed up a few
steps. It was a few minutes before Preston pulled his shirt off and
unbuttoned his pants. He took his boots off and was hesitant about the
rest.

"Come on. You're going to love it."

After he was naked, Preston followed Nathaniel through the house and
upstairs to the mysterious guest bedroom. Going through, into the room, he
was stunned at what awaited him.

October 30

Spider-Man answered the door. Dressed in open-backed tights, boots, a blue
harness, and a mask, he stepped out of the way and let Dillon
inside. Through the mask and with the music going, it was almost impossible
to recognize the voice. Coming inside, Dillon felt the energy right
away. The last party had been cancelled because the sheriff had to go out
of town but Halloween was a sure thing. In the larger room, he noticed Mike
right off. He was dressed in a tiger costume, with tiger-striped briefs,
tiger ears and a mask, and black boots up to his knees. They were lined
with faux tiger fur. He wore an orange harness and wrist cuffs. Beside him
was a slender boy in a black catsuit and a full-face mask with an open
place for his mouth and chin. He wore black cat ears, too.

"Guys!" Mike said, noticing Dillon's arrival. "The party favor is here. We
can get started."

Spider-Man was joined by Batman, a semi-hairy guy in a cowl, cape, leather
boots and gloves. They came into the room together, both eyeing Dillon's
half-naked body. Jason Baker, in a white jockstrap, a white harness, white
sneakers, and a glittery halo came in from the kitchen. He and Dillon
smiled at one another. Mike led Dillon over to a table and helped him onto
it. He ran a hand over the bulging red briefs Dillon wore.

"Sweet costume," he said, looking at the glittery horns. "A horny little
devil. Suits you."

"I thought so. How does this work?"

Mike eased Dillon back on the table, then came around to the head of it. He
pulled the boy toward him until Dillon's head was over the edge. Mike then
pulled the jockstrap to one side. Dillon knew what to do, then. The bulbous
helmet slid into his mouth at the same time someone in the room was doing
the same for his own head. Another pair of lips settled onto each of his
nipples and someone was removing his red sneakers. Soon, they were
worshipping his bare feet -- a new experience for him. Mike started a slow
fuck of his throat and Dillon found himself drifting into one of his
longest, most intense fantasies. He'd lusted after the burly sheriff for
years and this was a dream of his. The man's thick shaft slid all the way
to the back of his throat and he let him know how much he wanted it there.

The positions shifted. Batman was at the head of the table and Dillon was
on his knees to take his thick cock. Spider-Man's mask was pushed up over
his nose so he could get his long, talented tongue into Dillon's tight
ass. Jason teased and sucked on Dillon's nipples, making sure they stayed
hard. Mike and the cat-boy kissed and fondled one another nearby. Not far
from the main table, a nude figure in a "V for Vendetta" mask knelt on the
floor while a hunky male in a blue Care Bear mask fucked him. Hard. In
between deep-throating Batman, Dillon was distracted by the fucking. It was
intense.

An hour into his service of the different men, Dillon had blown Batman, let
Spider-Man rim him to orgasm, and serviced both Tiger and Catboy until they
each fed him a load. Vendetta and Care Bear had each blown him until he fed
them. In addition, everyone in the room had a turn at one another. Cum was
everywhere, all over the table and the bodies of the participants. Dillon
loved this.

"I think he's ready," Spider-Man said, pulling down his mask again. "Let's
do it!"

Mike took one arm. Catboy took another. They pulled Dillon through to a
bedroom, then onto the bed. Vendetta dropped to his knees, pushed up the
mask, and began mouthing Dillon's cock. Spider-Man and Batman came in, and
stood on either side of the door. The lights went down to an ambient
purple. Dillon was surprised to see Jason come in, now naked. Spider-Man
and Batman put him in between them and started molesting his body in a way
Dillon was jealous of. Tiger and Catboy stood on either side of the bed,
both playing with Dillon's nipples.

"God, boy," Vendetta said, easing back. "Your cock is delicious."

Dillon recognized Ravi Santino's handsome face as he pulled off his
cock. "Thanks, pastor. You have a great mouth."

"One of God's gifts for horny little devils."

The man got onto the bed and brought Dillon's body up against his. He went
on bending Dillon until his knees were pressed to his chest and his asshole
was exposed. The pastor latched onto his hole and began drilling with his
tongue. Dillon groaned, feeling it go deeper and deeper. Tiger and Catboy
began licking at his neck, biting and sucking as they moved down to his
nipples. Ravi licked and sucked at Dillon's hole, biting the tender flesh
he pulled between his teeth. He worked his fingers in and stirred the boy's
insides. Dillon could only make noises, as complete words were too
complicated. The pastor moved back, admiring his sloppy, gaping handiwork.

"He's ready."

The pastor stepped off the bed. Mike and Catboy held Dillon's arms down. He
didn't move his legs down, but stayed just like he was. Batman and
Spider-Man brought Jason over to the bed. They all started stroking one
another, kissing and massaging, too. Dillon watched as sixth guest entered
the room. Care Bear followed him, still in the mask but naked
otherwise. This sixth guest was a beefy sort with beautiful body hair and
an uncut cock swinging from his crotch. The guy got up onto the bed and
stood over him, leaking precum into Dillon's hole.

"Hard?" Tiger Mike asked.

"God, yes," Dillon said, already delirious from what was going to happen to
him.

"He goes first," Spider-Man said. "Then, we all get to ride. You ready?"

"FUCK ME!" Dillon shouted, bucking his hips upward. "All of you horny fucks
-- I can take you all!"

The beefy male let Batman grease up his hard cock. When it was primed and
leaking even more, he touched the head to Dillon's hole. As he slid in, he
looked down at the cock-hungry party favor. Dillon was straining against
Tiger Mike and Catboy, wanting to touch this hairy specimen. Instead, they
held his arms and teased his armpits with their tongues. The beefy guy
eased his thick head into Dillon. It glided into his hungry hole like it
belonged there. Dillon bucked his hips, trying to get more of the wonderful
length inside him.

When the beefy guy was fully buried in Dillon's greedy hole, he took hold
of Dillon's ankles and held them far apart. He leaned in and, through the
mask he wore, said, "Welcome to Clown Town! It's all fun and games until
somebody gets fucked -- then it's a party!"

October 30

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Preston felt his mouth drying up. "Wh-what is this?"

"Your surprise." Nathaniel sat down on the bed. "I know we don't usually
have guests but I thought we could make an exception since it's a holiday."

The pink shirt fit only the upper portion of his body. The pink briefs were
straining with the length and hardness of his cock. Nathaniel grazed the
briefs with one hand. Freeman Sweeney slid his hand under the shirt to
tease his nipples. The boy between them was more than turned on. At the end
of the bed, Preston did not know how to feel about what he was seeing.

"How...do you all know each other?" He managed to ask.

"We met each other online." Freeman said. He pulled the man-boy's pink
shirt up. "We've been fucking ever since. It's a regular thing."

"Pink Shirt Boy," Preston said, watching how the teacher manhandled the
boy's hard nipples. "I've seen you come in and out of here but..."

"You didn't know?" Nathaniel asked, sliding his hand into the briefs. "Not
even a clue?"

The boy leaned back on the bed. Freeman slung one leg over his body, then
rose up so he could feed the hungry boy what he wanted. The boy's mouth
slid down on his cock right off. They started a slow back and forth, the
teacher feeding, the boy receiving. Nathaniel eased the briefs off, then
began working copious amounts of lube into his exposed asshole. The boy
groaned around the man's cock but reached down to spread his cheeks as wide
as he could. Nathaniel eased in two fingers and started working
them. Freeman gagged the kid with his cock, burying it in his throat.

"I...this...I mean...what am I supposed to do?"

Nathaniel's voice was low and raspy. "What do you want to do?"

Freeman looked over his shoulder as he withdrew his shaft. "We're going to
fuck this little whore. Again. Together. We're going to slide our meat into
his ass and ride him until he screams."

"Wh-whore?" Preston said, not sure the word registered to him. "You can't
call him that! He's...that's..I mean, he's..."

"We know who he is." Freeman said, swinging around behind the boy. He put
his arms around the boy and lifted him up. Nathaniel got in close, taking
hold of the firm cock the boy presented. "He's a first-class,
cock-swallowing, ass-offering...whore. Anything that comes along, as long
as it has a cock, he's always ready to have it inside him."

Preston could not deny the beauty in front of him. He also could not deny
the effect it was having on his cock. Nathaniel held out one hand and
Preston walked toward the bed. He took the man's hand and pulled him onto
the bed. The boy in the center put one leg over Nathaniel's and let Freeman
take hold of his other one. His ass gaped, begging to be filled.

Nathaniel greased Preston's hot cock until it shone. When it was throbbing
with need, he eased in between the boy's legs. The man-boy, smiling, took
hold of his shaft and guided the head to his open hole. Preston watched,
not knowing what to say. When he made connection with the sensitive skin,
the boy on the bed took in a breath. Preston let one out. Freeman smiled at
him, then gave him a knowing wink that told him nothing would leave this
room.

"Pink Shirt Boy," Preston said again, staring down at the man-boy. "I can't
believe I'm doing this. It's so...fucking wrong."

"Oh, god..." the man-boy said as the smooth shaft slid into him. "You're
so...fucking big."

Nathaniel got up and went around to stand behind Preston. He rubbed his
hairy body against the man, then started kissing his neck. His hand rubbed
and teased. He positioned his hard length in the deep cleft of Preston's
ass and started rubbing there, too. The two men pressed against each other
as Preston eased further into the male on the bed. When his trimmed pubic
bush flattened against the warmth of the male's body, Preston closed his
eyes. So much denial in his life just melted away. He felt the clenching of
the male's ass on his cock made him shiver.

The sweet-faced male on the bed raised his leg again, then let it rest on
Preston's shoulder. Freeman leaned down and kissed the younger male. When
their kiss broke, the male brought his other leg up to his chest. This
opened his ass even more. He sighed again, feeling the intense pleasure of
being stuffed with the man's thick cock.

"It feels so good," he told Preston, smiling. "Do it. It's okay. Fuck me. I
want it!"

"He wants it," Freeman said, reaching for the male's dick to make him feel
better. "Fuck him."

Preston's hips began to move. He looked down and watched his cock easing
out of the man-boy. It felt so good, so damned good. He got all the way
out, then started easing back in. So goddamned good. The warmth, the
tightness, the slickness, it was so fucking good!

"OH, god! So fucking good! Fuck me...oh, please! Fuck me hard, Uncle
Preston!"

End of Part 10: October