Co-conspiritors

By Rob Loveboy

 

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Chapter One

 

Nineteen year-old Egan picked up Aaron, 14, from Milton Junior High and they sat in the front seat of Egan’s van totally naked playing with themselves across the street from St. Vincent’s elementary school as they had done often watching the young boys dismiss. Aaron would inevitably give his older friend and mentor a blowjob after the last of the young boys dispersed. Or sometimes Egan wanted to fuck his more than willing to please young buddy.

 

Their sex play started when Aaron was seven. Twelve year old Egan was sitting for the younger boy after school at the time. In the midst of puberty and a need for an afternoon jerk off didn’t stop Egan from doing so in front of Aaron; the older boy was quite frankly, turned on by exposing himself .

 

Bright eyed Aaron would watch his little league baseball hero -baby sitter- beat his impressive meat until the white stuff squirted out. He would jump up and down and clap in excitement of the main event. Not long afterward, Egan had the more than eager Aaron doing the chore for him.

 

Egan liked to eat his own cum off his hand finding the sweet taste not unappetizing. Convincing Aaron to do the same was easy, including licking the goop off his chest and belly and virtually hairless groin, making cleanup a snap. The afterschool ritual continued with each boy eagerly anticipating the event.

 

For some reason Egan found it thrilling to strip completely naked, not even did he keep his socks on. When he told Aaron to do the same, the youngster was only too obliging. The older boy pumped the smallish uncut dick until his hand would ache. He began using saliva as a lubricant when the boy complained of evident friction burns.

 

Egan was not naive to sexual acts, he’d found his dad’s stash of porn videos when he was eight and was enthralled with them. He knew when his parents were making love and had his ear to the wall imagining his dad’s big dong slamming into his mother. Yes, Egan saw his dad naked many times when they would shower together, always curious about the adult’s genitalia. One time he reached out to touch his dad’s big cock. The man didn’t seem to mind at first, however moments later, Egan got severely reprimanded. Years later, he heard the drunken man tell his poker buddies that his old lady didn’t suck cock. His loss. Thought Egan. How foolish his dad was for not taking advantage of the young curious boy and how he missed out on having his cock sucked regularly.

 

Aaron was performing oral sex on Egan after a few weeks. The illicit movies Egan saw were very educational indeed. Anal sex followed, causing Aaron severe pain as he tried to penetrate the seemingly impossible hole, enough to make the boy cry. The one flick with two men and a woman where one man just seemed to slide into the other man was somewhat deceiving. Egan wasn’t a dumb kid; the jar of vaseline in the bathroom medicine cupboard could only improve the unexpected setback.

 

Egan’s appetite for young boys only increased as he got older. So did Aaron’s, if only following the lead of his older friend to please him. They got lucky once when they picked up a 13 year old at the arcade and convinced him to come and smoke some weed in 17 year old Egan’s van.

 

Egan kept some porno mags in the van, and the three were soon absorbed in looking at them making silly juvenile comments about the scenes. When Egan took down his jeans and told Aaron to come suck his cock, the 12 year old didn’t hesitate. Offering Aaron’s services was easy. One thing led to another and a three way soon evolved including Egan fucking the very resistant third party. This exciting act gave him a taste for rape.

Other boys from the arcade soon followed. Egan and Aaron had their strategy down to an exact science. However Egan began to crave younger boys than the 13 or fourteen year olds. He found himself yearning for 10 and eleven year old boys, their non-willing participation only excited him more. He fantasized about it, even going to far as to shave Aarons proud, newly grown pubis in order to role play raping a young boy. A battered and bruised Aaron, 14, played the role well for his nineteen year old idol.

 

The younger teen had developed his own technique using his tongue on all the sensitive parts including dipping into Egan’s anus that drove him wild with unsolicited pleasure.

 

For several weeks they sat naked in the van watching and commenting on boys that past by so close that Egan, growing more confident and daring by the day, could have grabbed them by the neck and hauled them inside the van so quickly that no one would notice. He dreamed about it, going through different contingency plans in his mind. That’s all he thought about while Aaron sucked his cock and he came in blissful torrents.

 

He had potential victims narrowed down to three blonde, blue eyed Adonis’ who, in Egan’s mind, screamed to be fucked, saying, “Boys that wear their pants halfway down their ass do so for a reason, whether they are aware of it or not. Cock teasers, deserving to be raped!”

 

Aaron wasn’t so sure of his buddy’s perspective on the latest fashion trend, but he agreed as always.

 

Egan and Aaron must have got careless. Perhaps it was the regular presence of the grey van with no one getting in or out and the two shirtless boys. Egan was startled when the rap came on his window. The elderly crossing guard peering in the window couldn’t help but notice that the two boys were naked. Egan put the van into gear and screeched away. They would have to be more careful, find another school and park a safe distance away.

 

It meant starting the search all over. Just when Egan was ready to make his move, the fucking old crossing guard ruined everything! Egan even considered going back one day and running over the old fart standing in the middle of the street. If one time Aaron was listened to, Egan’s anger subsided as he got his raised ass spread wide and tongue reamed.

 

St. Jude’s elementary was their next target. Egan rather preferred cut cock, anyway. The Jewish boys, although not blonde or blue eyed, they were hot dressed in cute little uniforms that fed his new libido. Monday they would stake out the school, however, from a safer distance made easy since the school was situated in a cul-de-sac.

 

Aaron enjoyed it when Egan took him to the aquatic centre every Saturday. The wave pool was his favourite. Egan’s favourite part was all the young cocks covered up by saran-wrap-like Speedo bathing suits leaving very little to the imagination. Cock teasers were the lads that wore those, Egan told Aaron. He saw the older men almost drooling over the sights. “It takes one to know one.” claimed the teen.

 

He and Aaron had shoplifted their suits from Sears. Aaron looked so sexy in his, Egan commented, his junk was prominently displayed for the old men to gawk at. Even Egan got lots of attention from men and, god forbid, girls! Egan often joked that anything that bleeds that much every month oughta be dead and he wasn’t sticking his cock into anything that should be dead!

 

Egan always wanted Aaron to give him a hand job in the wave pool. The fast flowing, swirling water shielded the goings on, except once. The pool was on some kind of timer and suddenly the water was clear. A 16 year-old male lifeguard happened to be standing poolside close and above enough to see Egan’s bathing suit down to his thighs and Aaron standing behind him pumping away.

 

Most guys caught in such a predicament would cower in embarrassment, not Egan. The lifeguard’s smirk and developing bulge in his baggy trunks said it all. They had a three way in the van two hours later on Kyle’s lunch break. For the second time, Aaron had a cock in his mouth and another up his ass; he loved every minute of it.

 

Egan loved the showers. Naked in front of little boys he would get semi hard if no adults were around. Seven and eight year-olds would stare, some, more than others. Those were the ones he enjoyed peacocking for. Too young for sex play, although a blowjob in a bathroom stall might have been coerced easily enough, but Egan got off on being an exhibitionist, ego boosting nonetheless.

 

Disappointing was the 10 and eleven year-old boys who had been taught not to stare at another male. However Egan couldn’t help but notice the fleeting glances, especially when he got a full blown hardon. Pissing him off as well were the boys who did the modest towel-wrap changes. “When the fuck did guys become so shy among other guys?” he would say. “Like they have something other guy’s don’t?”

“Maybe they don’t have what other guys have?” Aaron joked.

Aaron also showered naked on Egan’s insistence. It was no secret between them that Aaron preferred older teens, -especially men. Naked men, who like Egan, didn’t have a care about modesty either in the showers or the steam room after their workout in the well equipped gym or a round of squash at the courts. Manly men, not the old pervs sitting around the wave pool gawking at little girls and boys. In the showers he found their grey matted pubic hair and prune dicks barely visible under their big bellies literally disgusting, not to mention their saggy balls.

 

Aaron always wondered what a man’s cock would taste like. Would a man’s cum taste different than Egan’s salty sweetness, and be more voluminous? Egan often talked about taking him to a park he knew about where men got together for sex. He claimed that young Aaron would be a huge hit with his choice of dicks to suck, -or fuck him, -or take him both ways!

 

One day Aaron lived up to his promise. When they drove into the parking lot a familiar Audi was pulling into a stall. Egan watched his old man get out and walk, avoiding the public pathway onto a beaten path instead. The teen was flabbergasted to say the least. His own father enjoyed guys? He couldn’t fathom his father on his knees, or bent over a fallen tree. It was all too much for Egan to comprehend and once his father was out of sight, he raced out the parking lot at warp speed.

 

People always talked about the two teen’s relationship. Why would a 19 year-old have a friend five years his junior, and for such a long time span. Egan's mother often made comments on the fact, disapproving of  the frequent sleepovers. His dad always defended Egan, saying, “At least he isn’t running with a bad crowd his age, Maggie!” Perhaps he knew their relationship was sexual? It takes one to know one? It didn't matter anyway, the boys usually snuck into each other’s bedrooms through a window.

 

Aaron’s mom once walked in to see the unexpected sleeping 15 year-old Egan’s white ass exposed. She didn’t have to wonder if her son was naked as well, his PJs were on the floor. When she confronted Aaron that very morning after Egan had left, quick thinking Aaron was caught off guard, but replied, “Ma, -we’re both boys, ya know? -Guys sleep naked, . . . DAH!” She never told her husband about it, much to Aaron's relief. Egan had been a fixture in their home since his of babysitting days; however, even they started questioning the unusual friendship, especially the continued clandestine sleepovers that neither parent condoned once Egan was in his early teens.

 

On one other uncomfortable occasion, Egan’s dad, probably hearing the bedsprings complain, walked into his son's room to witness a very intimate coupling with Aaron’s legs in the air being fucked hard by his son who was also masturbating the younger boy. Egan told his father to fuck off to the gay park, --yes, he knew dad’s secret, --or join them. Mother was out of town at the time and dear old dad took a turn fucking Aaron, First, getting head from Aaron while Egan had his way up his ass. Aaron’s first man and three-way turned out to be his best friend’s father.

 

Mr. Miller’s cock wasn’t much longer than Egan’s, but much thicker, meatier. They later moved to the larger marital bed and continued. Egan finally got to touch his dad’s cock after all those years, however that was the extent of sex play when Egan simply directed his old man’s cock into Aaron's well stretched and lubed hole. He woke up to find his father blowing young Aaron, who was grasping the bed sheets in total ecstasy. Egan, unable to resist, fucked the boy. As well, he jerked off his dad in the heat of the excited three way passion. Ironic that twelve years later, his father finally allowed his son’s touch.

 

Aaron loved the man’s taste and especially his musky scent. Every time he blew the man in the garage, if Mrs. Miller was home, he would nuzzle his nose between his balls and thigh and savour the sweaty manly aroma that stuck in his sinuses long afterward. His cum was more on the bitter side, not as sweet as Egan’s, and his blowjobs were much more enjoyable than his best friend’s wavering lack of enthusiasm lately. Aaron knew he was getting too old for Egan’s taste. He was committed to finding a younger boy for Egan’s pleasure. Then Aaron wouldn’t feel so guilty having sex with his friend’s father.

 

The two teens sat naked in the van pointing out certain young boys walking home from school. Egan was exceptionally excited, his cock somehow appeared bigger than usual and leaked a tremendous amount of precum that covered it and caused a slimy coating from the tip to its base smeared by Egan’s hand.

 

Aaron became afraid. Although he’d known him forever, he didn’t know what his older friend was capable of doing. The day before he’d set his sights on a hunky 12 year-old. Egan drove from a distance and followed the boy home. He became angry, punching the steering wheel when the boy never broke off from the company of his buddies who waved goodbye to the twelve year-old, with the long brunette hair and his pants riding well below his waist exposing his Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

 

“Fuckin’ cock teaser!” Egan spat more than once, getting angrier when the friends dropped off but a few still accompanied the boy home. Aaron felt compelled to agree, although he wasn’t feeling good about things. Egan was obsessed. Day after day he followed the kid the whole week. Even on over the weekend Aaron found themselves outside the kid’s house for hours and not catching sight of him.

 

Sunday afternoon they went back. Aaron knew that his friend was in a weird mood that day when they finally caught sight of the Adonis object of his desire mowing his lawn wearing only sneakers and a pair of tissue thin, white gym shorts, his junk bounced with every step as he pushed the mower back and forth.

Even Aaron couldn't dispute the boy was delicious looking. Tanned, muscular in a way, perhaps an avid swimmer. They were parked directly in front of the boy's house, close enough to see his hairless armpits when he paused from his chores and stretched. Egan even claimed that he could see a hint of skin from the kid’s sweaty junk dampening the material of his white shorts. As hard as he looked, Aaron never saw that, convinced that it was his friend’s overactive imagination.

 

“Fuckin’ cock teaser doesn’t even wear underwear!” Egan exclaimed. “That SLUT needs a cock down his throat and one up his ass; --I just know it, Ari!”

Aaron wasn't surprised, on the contrary, he well expected it when Egan pulled the drawstring of his track-pants and shimmied them to just below his ass. The younger teen didn’t have to be told to crawl over the centre console and uncomfortably squat on the driver’s side floor with the steering wheel pressing into his shoulders. He had done it many times recently while Egan scouted out boys.

 

Afterwards, they went to the aquatic centre for a swim. Egan sported a boner in the shower that attracted the attention of many young boys. Some pointed and laughed as they moved on, a few lingered and stared in awe. Aaron had no idea what Egan, kneeling on one knee, said to the 7 or eight year-old blond boy, the next thing he saw was the pair going into the private handicapped shower stall, Egan turned to look at Aaron and winked before pulling the curtain behind him.

 

Aaron grew very jealous not only of the boy in the private shower stall, but the hunky 12 year-old that was the latest object of Egan’s eye. When Aaron couldn’t hold back and confront his 19 year-old boyfriend, the young adult confided that he merely sucked the kid off and got a lousy handjob in return. Sensing his young buddy’s animosity, he took Aaron to the van and sucked him off. All was well with Aaron after that, he felt wanted again and it put him in a good mood anticipating the following weekend when Egan’s mom was going to visit her sick mother once again.

 

The MDMA-drug, otherwise known as ecstasy, was introduced to Aaron and Egan when they’d attended a rave-concert two months earlier. The blissful experience found them both in Egan's van having sex with two 23 year-old guys who had befriended and supplied them the ‘X’. It became very apparent that having the much younger, cuter, 14 year old Aaron was their objective once they were all naked. Egan didn’t seem to be concerned, he jerked off watching the two men have fun with his little buddy who appeared to be enjoying himself getting it tanden up the ass and in his mouth for the third time in the span of a few weeks.

 

The splendid, carefree and horny-high of the affordable drug became a main staple after that. The three-way with Mr. Miller was hotter than ever. Egan shared in sucking his father’s cock with Aaron while dad, lying on his back paid equal attention to the two cocks at either side of his face. The stack fuck was the best with the man’s cock in Aaron’s ass and Egan on top of his dad all in a unified fuck. The whole weekend was a fuck fest with Aaron mostly at the centre of attention. Mr. Miller funded most of the MDMA after that weekend.

 

After the amazing sex, each having had a wonderful orgasm, the three sat naked with their backs against the headboard, Aaron between the father and son playing with their junk hoping to entice another round of group sex play, or in the very least, give each a blowjob as they intimately conversed. He thought it was sad that the two had not managed a together many years ago, although the thought of sex with his own father was appalling. Egan’s dad was super macho, virile and handsome, whereas his own was scrawny and geeky, the typical accountant stereotype.  

 

Mr. Miller admitted that he had been bi-sexual all his life. At age 11, he had a thing going on with his uncle James, 32, that not long afterwards it included the man’s wife. He never regretted it, claiming his early sexual education opened his eyes to the virtues of both sexes, his uncle teaching him everything a boy needed to know about guy sex; his aunt, of course, how to pleasure a woman.

 

At age 14, Mr. Miller’s aunt and uncle brought their eleven year-old twin sons into bed for a sexual education at which time he broke-in both boys taking their other virginity with his smaller cock, readying them for their dad’s much larger family member. Over several sessions, the older cousin watched each of his young cousins fuck their mother for the first time, learn how to suck cock, and fuck each other. The ménage-et-cinq experience went on until he was sixteen when his uncle got transferred across the country.

 

Mr. Miller told his wife all about his incestuous juvenile secrets, and relayed how he tried in vain to talk her into taking the theoretical ‘birds and bees’ discussion a few steps further when Egan was at the age of discovery.

 

“She watched me like a hawk around you after that!” he laughed aloud. “And when I told her that for your thirteenth birthday I was going to take you downtown and get you a whore, she threw a frying pan at me!”

 

Egan was appalled at the thought of ever having sex with his mother, --or a whore for that matter. “That's disgusting, you fucking pervert!” he ranted in a humorous manner, punching his father in the shoulder.

 

His dad chuckled. “I had a feeling a long time ago you were dicking young Aaron. I was envious, quite frankly. --When your mother was concerned about the age difference and the sleepovers, and clueless of the strange noises coming from your room, I defended you, claiming that you boys were merely wrestling. But I knew you were fucking the kid, those nights yer mom got a hell of a fucking, herself!” Mr Miller boasted.

 

Both teens listened intently as Mr. Miller, an insurance appraiser for a major firm who travelled the world, confided that in his travels he enjoyed many nights in the company of boys as young as eight years-old, sometimes two or three of varying ages at the same time. Girls were also available for a dearer higher price from the underground brokers; however, boys of all ages came cheap regardless of the customer’s age preference.

 

Third world countries were recently bowing to the pressure of first world financial aid countries to clean up their notorious worldwide child-sex-vacation trade where anything could be had for a very low price. Young girls were the focus of attention from the do-gooders, however the lesser, “low profile” boy trade remains almost invisible to this day, the countries tourist trade dollars have suffered enough and a blind eye is turned to it by the local governments who have better things to worry about as long as the do-gooders stay naive and kept in the dark.

 

Egan was visibly shocked at his father’s revelation, his jaw hung down as the man confided his faults. Or were they faults?  His old-man hadn't done anything that he, himself, had not been doing for many years. His dad also confided that he remembered the day Egan groped him in the shower and what could have been the beginning of a greater father - son relationship. However, he feared his wife would somehow find out, and fought off his carnal urges. That is what caused him to once again breach the subject to his open minded wife, who when confronted months earlier, admitted to having the hots for their 14 year-old neighbour who cut their lawn every week wearing nothing but a Speedo bathing-suit.

 

“Green Foot Freddy?” asked Egan in amazement.

 

“The one and only.” confirmed Mr. Miller, then looking at Aaron, explained, “Freddy never wore shoes gutting the grass, claiming he didn’t want to stain his runners.”

 

“Don’t tell me mom fucked Freddy!” Egan exclaimed, banging his head back with a thud and rolling his eyes.

 

“Nope. --But I certainly did!” the man giggled, “I had a feeling the kid could be had. One day when he was mowing the backyard lawn, I walked out of the house nude with a towel draped over my shoulders, waved at Freddy, and got into the patio sunken hot-tub that I took my time uncovering making sure he got a good, long view. I saw him from the corner of my eye, . . . thought he would cut off a foot if he didn’t concentrate on what he was doing.”

 

A curious Egan piped up, “And then what happened?” after a silence as if Mr. Miller wasn’t going to continue.  

 

“There was no way the red-faced kid could hide a boner in that speedo as much as he tried to awkwardly use the mower handle to push it up into his belly, it was still very noticeable. Not only that, but the material had bunched up leaving little doubt about his large balls under his five-or-so inch cock!” Mr. Miller laughed

 

“It was much too warm a day for a hot-tub, after a short time, I sat on the edge with my legs spread making it look like I was nonchalantly flipping through a garden magazine. My cock was semi erect by then and I played with my balls once in awhile.

 

“He said goodbye and went into the garage to put the mower away. Sure enough, when I walked in behind him he was beating his meat. We played with each other for a while, then I gently urged him to his knees and he blew me. After I came, I blew him although he had already jizzed without touching himself, he was still eagerly hard and came again.

 

“I told your mother that if she was serious about having Freddy, I could arrange it. I never told her I had him, but I lied and said we had a talk and he thought she was hot.”

 

Even Aaron thought Mrs. Miller was a nice looking lady for her age. Petite and slender and was a knockout in a bikini. He always thought of her as a Barbie doll, not that he was interested in that way.

 

Mr. Miller looked off into space as if no one else was present, and continued. “I thought Maggie was convinced to take the plunge. We talked about every night when we made love, she was obviously sexually stimulated more than usual, but when Saturday rolled around and Green-foot was cutting the grass, well, --she got cold feet.

 

“I was furious with her, went out and followed him into the garage and fucked him bent over the workbench. Freddy didn’t like that much, screamed his bloody lungs out, but I wasn’t giving in to the little cock teaser in his revealing white speedo who turned on my wife and me!”

 

“You raped him? Asked Egan with a smile on his face.

 

“You can’t rape the willing, son. They know that they want it, but won’t admit it to themselves. If you really think about it, --Freddy used me! Never saw him again after that wake-up call I gave him.” he bragged.

 

Young Aaron was confused by the logic, but didn’t want to look like an idiot, especially after Egan was more than agreeable and voiced, “Fucking little cock teaser -green-foot- was trying to tease my fucking mom! He deserved to get what was coming to him from you, dad!”

 

Egan suddenly had the need to reveal his own secrets, including his present stalking of the 12 year-old cock-teaser that he and, -naming Aaron-, were preparing to abduct and rape in the very near future. Aaron wanted to pipe up and clarify his position on involvement in that plan, but shut his mouth.

 

Aaron was literally beside himself when Mr. Miller shrugged his shoulders and told Egan to go for it! At first, he was so happy when Egan revealed everything expecting the man would talk some sense into his son. Far from the opposite, he straightened up and hugged his knees quite interested and asked Egan his plan. Egan, looking embarrassed, revealed that he really didn’t have a master plan, per se.

 

Aaron couldn’t believe his ears when Mr. Miller offered his advice. “Ya gotta keep the kid under surveillance longer. Find out what he does and where he goes every day of the week, for a few weeks until you establish a pattern. You’ll soon find out where he’s alone and vulnerable to be snatched and tossed into your van. It’ll take both of you to subdue him once he’s in the van. He’ll be caught off guard at first, then adrenalin will kick in and he’ll fight tooth and nail.” Mr Miller went on, “Noise will be your biggest worry, he’ll scream and yell, so before anything else, duct-tape his mouth, then tie him up. Then drive somewhere far away and desolate, like your grandpa's cabin. He’s not using it much anymore.”

 

Surely Mr. Miller wasn’t seriously condoning the kidnapping and rape of a 12 year-old boy! Aaron felt his stomach churning and tasted the bile rise in his throat. Aaron noticed Egan’s cock come alive. He tried to ignore his mentor’s subtle motioning request to go down on him. Egan began to stare him down with a scornful look and pointed his dick at Aaron for emphasis. The boy reluctantly crawled between the muscular thighs and obediently did as he was told.

 

Mr. Miller continued. “Take all his clothes off, even if ya have to cut them off because he’ll still be hog-tied. It’s an old military intelligence tactic used when interrogating a prisoner; it will weaken his spirit, --make him feel even more vulnerable than he already is. You can safely remove the mouth gag, no one will hear his screams for help, anyway.

 

“Tell him what’s expected of him as your sex slave and that if he cooperates you won’t hurt him. Even untie him when he settles down, but just in case, keep a long rope tied around his neck to prevent him from darting out the door. That way you won’t have to constantly monitor his movements. He can use the bathroom or shower without an escort. Grandpa’s bathroom window is very small, so he won’t slip out that way.

 

“There is a psychological term called the “Stockholm-Syndrome.” A phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors.Sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness. Be good to him sexually; make him feel that he has an active role.”

 

Egan couldn’t hold back his built up state of sexual euphoria hearing his dad’s scheme unfold. His orgasm was quick and intense catching Aaron off guard. Not since he was seven had he gagged and choked and literally puked up the bile already gathered in his throat when Egan suddenly forced his head down. Aaron managed to swallow the combined mixture of semen and puke, burning his throat on the way down, however saving himself from the humiliation of actually spitting up all over Egan.

 

If things couldn’t get worse at the moment, Mr. Miller was staring at Aaron holding his own excited manhood in a suggestive manner. Aaron performed the second expected deed while Egan took his turn to talk of the conspiracy. The refresher MBDA pill offered was kicking in and he couldn’t care less about anything except blowing Mr. Miller with every ounce of zeal he had.

 

“Aaron and I can’t wait to get into the kid’s pants, dad. You have to see this kid, --he’s fucking gorgeous! AND, --a fucking cockteaser just like Freddy was, judging by the stuff he wears, . . . right, Ari?”

 

Aaron, with his mouth full, looked up at Mr. Miller and nodded his head in agreement. He began to think that perhaps the short shorts had been a tad too revealing and maybe his pants did ride precariously low showing his designer underwear that rode up the crack of his ass. Didn't they once see him grope himself in a lewd gesture as if offering his cock to a friend? Sure, his pals all laughed, but why would a kid do such a thing if he didn’t really mean it deep down inside? Egan always said that guys who kidded around like that were actually expressing their secret homo tendencies, much as the bullies who picked on kids they assumed were queer.

 

He couldn’t care less at the moment. The man’s shaved balls were silky smooth to the touch of his fingers and lips. Daring to venture lower into the man’s thighs with his nose and extended tongue, he became fervent discovering what had to be Egan’s cum oozing from the hairy hole, the funky smell down there far surpassed the scent on his sweat laced inner thighs, the man grasped his legs to his chest to allow the boy full access to lick and suck the juices from his asshole. When Aaron was satisfied and lifted his head to finish his blowjob, both Egan and Mr. Miller laughed at his “glazed donut” appearance. Aaron didn’t care and delved back onto the man-cock, pumping and sucking until the man tensed up and he could taste the bitter sour cream jettison into his hungry mouth as his own jism soiled the bed sheets.

 

to be continued . . .

 

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