Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 21:26:25 -0800
From: bawdypen@hotmail.com
Subject: Corporation Brat [gay, M/B, groups, public]

Corporation Brat
bawdypen@hotmail.com

		     CORPORATION BRAT

   Phillip Matthews, young new Vice President-Advertising at
Winthrop Inc., playfully tossed his newly acquired key to the
executive washroom up in the air as he headed to take his first
50-Grand-A-Year piss! He whistled happily as he stuck the key
into the door. He still wasn't quite over his incredible luck
at landing such a prime position at the age of 25. But then, he
reflected, why not? He knew his business quite well. He was
bright and was picked for his originality and drive. His wife,
Sue, was already out refurnishing their home.
   Brushing his wavy blond hair from his forehead, he stepped
up to one of the urinals. Standing back a ways so he wouldn't
splatter his crisp, creased trousers, he pulled out a long
floppy organ and bounced it playfully in his hand. "Well,
Herman," he spoke to it, "we're on our way up the corporate
ladder. You just quit thinking about that sexy little secretary
you have!" He lifted it to begin his spray.
   Loudly splashing into the urinal, and humming to himself,
he didn't hear the boy slip from the cubicle. Leaning against
the wall with a smirk on his face, the sandy-haired 14-year-old
openly admired the man's long penis as it shot a powerful
stream.
   "`Herman' sure is pretty, mister!"
   Startled, Phillip splashed his stream over three urinals
before getting it under control. "Wha...?! Where the hell'd you
come from?" He choked it off and stared at the boy.
   Jerking his thumb like a hitchhiker, the kid motioned to
the line of cubicles. "Better let it loose before 'Herman'
explodes," he warned.
   "Uh, yeah..." he moved up closer, trying to hide his penis.
"Guess I'd better." Pretty the kid had said! Safely positioned,
he finished up. Turning to look at the boy, who now had his
head bend over, still watching 'Herman' perform his natural
duty, Phillip blushed at the youngster's obvious admiration for
his tool.
   "Don't be so shy," the boy smiled, "I dig watchin' a humpy
man take a piss."
   "H-how the hell did you get in here? This is the exec
washroom!" Phillip was unnerved as he turned to shake the last
drops from his cock. He'd never had a man, much less a kid,
make such remarks about his manhood! Well...except for Bobby
Thornton back in junior high.
   "Don't stuff it away, mister!" the boy dangled his key as
he dropped to his knees. "Stick it right in here!" He opened
his mouth.
   "HUNH! Wha-what are you saying? Get out of here, you little
fag! How'd you get that key?"
   The boy chuckled, mischieviously. "Name's Terry...Terry
Winthrop. Winthrop mean anything to you...mister sexy junior
exec?"
   He said the name slowly to himself. "Winthrop? You
mean...?"
   "YEP! Pop's Chairman of the Board. Now lemme suck that
beauty!"
   "WHAT! ARE YOU CRAZY? I'M NO QUEER...AND EVEN
IF I WAS, I SURE WOULDN'T BE STUPID ENOUGH TO
FOOL AROUND WITH THE..."
   "I'm the fag, dude! And I'm gonna blow you."
   "Like hell! I like my job too much."
   "Precisely!" the kid pointed a finger at him. "You wanna
keep it? Stuff my mouth with your prick. I cry rape 'n your
fancy ass is on the street!"
   "Y-you wouldn't!"
   "RAPE! RAPE!" the kid yelled, knowing it couldn't be heard.
   "Hey! Uh...hold on, willya? Shit. You little bastard, you
really know how to squeeze a guy's nuts, don't you?!"
   "Whip 'em out and let's see!" he laughed, holding up his
palm.
   "Aw...fuck...I don't know, kid...uh, Terry," he said,
totally confused at the situation he found himself in.
Unintentionally, his cock started to fill with blood as he
watched the kneeling boy calmly lick his lips, patiently
awaiting his inevitable triumph. "You just wanna blow me?
Wha-what if someone comes in?!" He looked around nervously.
   "Don't matter," Terry assured him. "This is the exec
washroom, and I've sucked 'n fucked every one of 'em!"
   "Damn! You blackmailed 'em all? Your dad know about this?"
   "Get real! I'm Daddy's golden boy. You think he'd
believe it?"
   "Probably not. YOU SUCKED 'EM ALL?! Even the old codgers?"
   "You see any 'old codgers' out there?" he laughed,
fingering the man's full crotch. "Mr. Ferguson, the personnel
manager, only hires hot young studs...for me. In return, I let
him suck me off, and once in a while I'll plug his decrepit bum
for him."
   "Decrepit? He's not even 40!" Phillip said accusingly.
   "Yeah, well, his asshole's too loose. I like 'em young,
tight, and STRAIGHT. That old queen's had more cock up his
tired hole than me!"
   "Y-you take it up the rectum, too!" His cock was beginning
to throb from the boy's manipulations.
   "Up the rectum? Gee, aren't you proper. Wanna stick Herman
in my bunghole and fuck the shit outta me?"
   "Come on, uh...I gotta get back to work." Phillip pulled
his zipper back down and fished inside for his now-rigid cock.
Terry had other ideas, and quick-as-a-flash had the man's belt
and pants open and expertly pulled them to his knees! His
Jockey's soon followed.
   "Aaaah!" Phillip gasped, Terry's lips lewdly sucking on the
fat knob of his 9-inch prick.
   "You got a nice big fuckin' cock, mister!" Terry slurped.
   "Ooooh, you sure got a mouth on you. Never had a faggot go
down on me before. Jeez, you're so young!" Terry started to
swallow the shaft down his throat. "Omigod! I knew some dedi-
cated cock-suckin' chicks before I got married...but none of
'em ever took that much in!"
   "Whoops! Sorry," the man suddenly standing there exclaimed.
Phillip recoiled in terror, but Terry pulled him back by
the ass.
   "I TOLD YOU IT DOESN'T MATTER! Now fuck my mouth!"
Terry ordered.
   The man approached and waved his hand at Phillip. "Didn't
know he was here. I meant to warn you about him," he shrugged,
obviously taking the public fellatio as commonplace. He stepped
up to a urinal to piss.
   "Sure wish you had," Phillip said in short breaths.
   "And miss that? The kid's great on the blowers, ain't he?"
   Terry pulled away for a second. He stood up and bent over
for the cock. "Quit yappin' Parker. Leave your dick out and
come around here and pull my pants down. Lick my butthole
for me."
   "Aw jeez! Trouble is, the little fruit's got some kinky
notions." Parker walked behind Terry and reached around his
waist.
   "Y-you mean you're gonna do it?" Phillip asked, amazed.
   Parker looked up and shrugged, snapping the boy's buttons.
"Hey, I don't dig it, but for what I make, I'll rim his little
pink hole and any of his young buddies!" He quickly wrestled
Terry's Levi's to his ankles and knelt down behind him.
Spreading the soft cheeks of the youngster's butt, he started
to lap up and down his sweaty asscrack!
   Phillip stared wide-eyed at the lascivious sight and his
cock jumped wildly in Terry's mouth. Trying to will away his
enjoyment of these sensations, Phillip closed his eyes.
   It was a losing battle. Terry's young mouth and capacious
throat were- expert at stimulating a man's sexual organs...and
had been since he was twelve. Daddy was never home, so young
Terry found adult male companionship in the secluded areas of
the nearby park. Older men always seemed interested in the
beautiful boy's friendliness, and even offered to show their
appreciation by stimulating the lad's immature body in an
intimate way. They taught him secret pleasures, things his
father probably would have had he not been so busy working all
the time. Things like the importance of not allowing a sperm
buildup. They gladly masturbated him and allowed him to shoot
his juice into their mouths. They also explained the necessity
of regular prostate massage. He was amazed that they were
willing to put their fingers into his stinky butthole to
perform this helpful act! It was also helpful in draining his
juice faster.
   In appreciation, he offered to perform similar things for
his new friends. He got very adept at jacking them off and
showed an eagerness for milking their juice with his mouth...
often while giving them that needed finger massage! He didn't
mind having a stinky finger too much, since it didn't seem to
bother them. They'd even joke around and smell their fingers
after sticking it up his butthole! But he got upset once when
one of the fellows laughingly stuck his finger in his own
mouth! Terry berated him for doing something so nasty, but the
guy said it was just a joke and never did it again. Certainly
Terry never did such a thing after finger-screwing one of
the men.
   One time, when he was with three of them, a fellow licked
his bum! Terry protested, but when the man persisted, and it
started to feel really good, he decided that it was okay since
the man liked him so much. After that, they all wanted to lick
him there. So he let them. He even tried it once himself, but
decided he didn't like it 'cause the man's butthole smelled
bad. The man apologized, and said next time he'd make sure it
was really clean. So Terry tried it again, and decided it
wasn't so bad after all. After that, all the men wanted it done
to them, but Terry would always smell their holes first. If it
was okay, then he'd do it. If it smelled bad, he'd just finger
it a bit.
   Even though the men seemed to squirt a lot more juice than
he did, Terry liked it when it shot into his mouth. It tasted
kinda strong, but when told how good it was for him, Terry
always tried to drink down as much as he could get! After all,
they sure seemed to enjoy swallowing his creamy spunk. He
didn't want to seem like a kid.
   The first time he saw 'fucking' was when he came upon two
of his older friends doing it in the bushes. They were both
college athletes, and he admired them tremendously. He wasn't
sure just why, but he stayed hidden, watching them, until
they'd finished. The guy with his prick up the other guy's
butthole had a big one. But when he realized that the moans and
pleadings coming from the other guy weren't signs of pain, but
pleasure, Terry began to wonder if there was something he was
missing out on. He really got a shock when the guy pulled his
drippy cock out and the other guy turned around and sucked on
it while he jacked off. Yeech! Terry thought. But the guy sure
sucked on that thing like it tasted delicious, and he shot big
globs all over the place!
   Two days later, Terry saw the same two guys together
sitting on a park bench.
   "I saw what you guys did the other day. You were fucking
him, weren't you?"
   "Yeah. Fucked the shit out of him!" he laughed. His name
was Tom.
   "I...I know. I saw him lick it!" Terry admitted.
   "Guess I was kinda hot!" Frank said, blushing. "How come
you didn't join in!"
   "Cripes, Frank!" Terry said. "I didn't want him to do that
to me!"
   "You'd love it, Terry," Frank promised, "once you got used
to it."
   "Naw...my h-hole's too small," Terry assured them.
   "No it's not," Tom explained. "Listen, circle your fingers
and show me about how big around you think your biggest turd
ever was."
   Terry blushed at the imagery. Tentatively, he held up his
thumb and index finger to estimate his answer.
   "Wow! That's a pretty fat turd for a little guy. Anyway,
it's a lot bigger around than my cock, see. So it'll fit
alright. Why don't you try Frank's...his prick's a lot skinnier
than mine."
   "Gee...I dunno. I'm kinda scared. But it did look like fun,
and you were likin' it, weren't you Frank?"
   "I love a stiff dick up the ass, Terry. So will you."
   Terry decided to give it a try. Tom helped loosen him up by
tonguing his hole open while Terry sucked on Frank's dick and
got it really hard. Frank layed down on the grass, telling
Terry to squat over him. That way Terry could accept as much as
he was able. Tom kept his face down there, licking to keep
Frank's cock lubricated.
   Terry couldn't see it, but he felt the tongue! He was
amazed at what nasty things some of the men would do. Warned
that the first intrusion would hurt like hell, he was promised
that if he stuck it out, it would be worth it. Tom had to put
his hand over Terry's mouth until the knob was well inserted
and resting comfortably. It wouldn't do to have the whole park
alerted!
   Frank played with Terry's cock, coaxing it into an
erection. Terry nodded his head finally that he was okay, and
Tom removed his hand.
   "Oh! Go easy, OK?" he pleaded. "That really hurt!"
   Now left to his own speed, Terry steadily allowed the man's
prick to go up inside him. Tom resumed his licking, Frank his
stroking, and the boy ended up enjoying about half of the shaft
for his first time out. He splattered Frank's face and chest
with his boyish load while Frank filled his little 12-year-old
ass with hot cum! Tom slowly lifted the boy's bottom off the
slimy cock. Immediately, he pulled the tender asscheeks back
down onto his face and proceeded to suck out the heavy load
from the boy's virgin fuck! Not content with that, Tom wanted
more of the child's delectable taste. Lifting Frank's floppy
cock, he knelt there and licked it clean while the stunned boy
gaped in wonder.
   Over the next year some of his playmates drifted off, while
others were pleasantly introduced to his growing talents. The
first winter found him desperately frustrated as the park
cruising gradually dwindled to nothing...until he learned about
the balcony at the Bijou! There he ran into several of his
regulars and met new conquests. However, one obstacle had to be
overcome first.
   Apparently, the Bijou balcony was notorious for cruising,
and except for matinees was off-limits to under 18s. On his
first visit he went unnoticed. But on his second visit he was
caught by the Assistant Manager...a corrupt young fellow of 19
who regularly patroled the area. He'd direct 'straight' patrons
to the ground floor, while attempting to keep the balcony
'free' of intruders and juveniles. It wasn't that he was gay,
or even just kind-hearted. It was purely selfish. Being caught
engaging in something sexual when the A.M. made his rounds
didn't mean being 86'd...or even having to zip up...it meant
holding out a dollar bill for him to snatch up while you keep
sucking cock or whatever. He makes anywhere from $20 to $50 an
evening! He even collects a fee from his underage punk buddies
who occasionally frequent the balcony for a quick blowjob. They
don't mind paying because they turn around and offer their
young prick for $5 to the cocksuckers.
   The A.M. isn't ugly, but he's rather plain and arrogant.
He often takes his break in the balcony, sitting near the back
with his uniform trousers splayed open at the crotch, his hefty
8-incher sticking up in obvious invitation. Invariably, a mouth
will soon be offered to suck him off...sometimes with one of
his buddies sitting near also with a cocksucker working on him!
   Terry hadn't noticed the sneaky guy approach, and was
terrified when he felt the tap on his shoulder and turned to
see the uniformed creep beckon him to follow him. Hoping he'd
only be thrown out and wouldn't have to endure having his
parents or the police called, Terry shook nervously as he was
held by the collar and silently led behind a curtain and up a
narrow flight of stairs. Approaching the landing, he realized
he was in the projection room. A grubby guy looked over at them
from between the massive machines and gave them a quizzical
look. The A.M. simply winked at him, and the projectionist
smiled knowingly.
   He was quickly led into a back storeroom where the tall
A.M. shut and locked the door. Then he stood there, his hand
hooked in his pockets. Terry looked at him a little fearfully.
   "I...I didn't do anything," Terry tried to bluff.
   "Yeah? You didn't get a chance. Just an innocent kid,
hunh?"
   "Uh, yes sir!"
   "Right. I suppose you were just rubbin' dust off that man's
pants?"
   "Hunh? Gee, I...I..." Terry stammered, at a loss for words.
   "Come off it, kid! You had your hand in his crotch rubbing
his big boner, waitin' for him to whip it out so you could play
with it or suck on it, weren't you?"
   "NO! Honest, mister. I wouldn't do anything like that!" he
lied.
   "Listen, kid. Don't bullshit me. If I hadn't seen it I'd a
just thrown you out." He approached Terry, stroking an obvious
bulge in his striped trousers. Backing Terry against a stack of
boxes, he grabbed the kid's hand and pulled it into his crotch,
giving him a good feel. Terry tried to pull his hand away, but
he was held tight. "Feel me up, kid. Play with it while I
explain ya the rules. Unless you want me to call the cops...or
your folks!"
   Terry massaged the growing shaft, looking up into the smug
boy's face.
   "Ummm...you got a practiced hand there! You know just how
to handle a big prick, don't ya?" Terry's reluctant excitement
at feeling the older guy's fat, big-headed erection, gave him
away. "You like to suck? Wanna lick it for me?" Terry slowly
nodded. The A.M. gently pushed Terry back until he was sitting
on a low stack of boxes. "Undo me! Pull my pants down. Sure are
young for a cocksucker! Let's see how good you are." Terry
fumbled at the guy's belt, unhooking the latch, and pulling
down his zipper. "You selling it?"
   "Hunh?" Terry asked, confused.
   "You do it for money?" Terry shook his head. "You mean you
do it for fun?" Terry nodded, blushing. "SWELL! Have at it,
then. Do a good job and I'll let you in the balcony any time.
Little chicken like you'll have the fags filling the place up
every night. More bucks for me."
   Terry sighed in relief...the proposition sounded good
to him. He reached out eagerly for the large genitals and
immediately took the fat knob between his lips. He pulled off
and smacked his lips, then yanked the A.M.'s trousers down to
the knees.
   Grabbing his own cock and lifting it up, the A.M. spread
his legs and pulled the boy's face into his balls. "Lick my
nuts first. You like those big balls, kid? You like lickin'
mansize nuts?"
   Terry screwed up his face. "Smelly," he said under his
breath.
   "What?" the guy laughed. "Whatja say?"
   "I said they smell!" Terry scowled.
   "Yeah? So? You got a tender little nose or something? Never
had a cocksucker complain before...most guys like 'em that way.
Lick 'em, you'll get used to it."
   Resigned, Terry started to tongue the guy's sweaty balls.
The odor wasn't totally repulsive...just a lot riper than Terry
was used to. By the time he'd lapped all over them, and the guy
pulled away slightly to feed him cock, Terry was in no hurry to
relinquish them. Suddenly, he liked this guy's butch aroma!
Knowing that once the cock was in his mouth it would stay there
until it blasted down his throat, Terry shunned the offered
prick momentarily.
   "Hey, come on, kid! Thought you wanted this?"
   "Turn around first," he requested.
   "Hunh? What the fuck for? You wanna look at my can?"
   "I wanna lick your butthole!"
   "HOLY SHIT! You are a nasty little fagboy, aren't ya?
Nobody's ever done that to me before." He quickly shuffled
around and bent his ass over for the kid, pulling his cheeks
apart. "Ah, WOW, you want me to wipe a rag up there first or
something?"
Terry didn't answer, he just thrust his face into the older
guy's crack and started to lick! It was even stronger smelling
than his balls had been, but Terry was quickly learning to
adore the guy's fragrance. He wondered now why he had insisted
that the other guys always smell fresh. Flitting his tongue
rapidly over the straight stud's gaping anus, he soon had him
moaning deliciously at his first experience at being rimmed.
   "Jezzus, kid, that's great!" His hole was relaxing as Terry
nibbled at it. Then he gasped loudly as the 13-year-old's
tongue quickly drove up inside!
   "HOT DAMN! What a horny little fucker! Ummm...little kid
lickin' in my shithole...and diggin' it. CRAM THAT TONGUE IN
THERE, BABY! Fuuuck!"
   Terry pressed in deeper, fluttering his tongue around,
thoroughly enjoying giving the tall guy a hot buttlick. But
again he was denied. The guy quickly spun around and stuffed
his cock into Terry's mouth.
   "SUCK, BABY! I'M GONNA...AARGH! OOUFF!" Terry felt the
blast hit the back of this throat and immediately began to suck
madly on the throbbing, squirting prick. The. A.M. threw his
head back and let out a yeow as the young boy milked his prick
expertly. Suddenly there was a rap on the door. There was
little doubt as to what was going on, and the projectionist
was getting nosy.
   "Yeah!" the A.M. inquired.
   "Uh, what's up in there?"
   "Gimme a minute, willya Charley?" he yelled back. Catching
his breath, he gazed down at the boy quizzically. Then his eyes
traveled further down. He reached into Terry's lap and
nonchalantly felt the kid's hard-on. "Not a bad sized pecker
for a little squirt. Kid, that was fantastic. You do that for
me once in a while and you got balcony privileges, OK?"
   "Sure!" Terry agreed, enthusiastically.
   "Uh, say..." the guy started, "think you could do me a big
favor? Charley out there probably figured out what we were
doin'. If he turns me in...we got no balcony, see? Think you'd
be willing to blow him to keep his trap shut? You don't hafta
lick his butt or anything...unless you want to. Just suck him
off."
   Terry wasn't overly enthused at the idea, but he still had
a rocket in his pants and a thirst for cum. The guy hadn't
looked all that bad. But he decided to get something out of it
for himself. "Will you let me in free any time if I do it?"
   "Uh, sure, sure, Just ask for me, Benny the Assistant
Manager. I'll tell 'em you're my cousin." Hiking his pants up
just enough to walk, he went to the door and opened it. Charley
stood there smirking, looking down at Benny's moist drooping
cock.
   "Thought so!" he accused. "Can't mistake those sounds! Sure
going for the young ones, ain't ya?"
   "Don't knock it, Charle. The kid's got a talented mouth on
him. He wants to blow ya. You got a long reel on?"
   "Heh! Yeah, two of 'em!" he laughed, stroking his bulge,
looking over at Terry salaciously.
   "Okay. I gotta get downstairs. Treat him right and he'll
suck ya good. Remember, he's just a kid...no rough stuff. Don't
miss your next reel change, Charley. See me before you leave,
kid, willya?"
   Terry nodded as Benny left, leaving the door open. The
grubby projectionist fished his cock out and walked toward
Terry.
   "You wanna see my nuts, too?"
   Terry nodded, after getting a good look at Charley's rigid
prick. Grubby, it turned out, referred only to the man's
clothes, and his unshaven face. His cock was magnificent and
clean. Terry wanted to see the ballsack that went with it.
Charley lowered his pants enough to expose his big low-hanging
balls while Terry started to tongue his fat knob!
   "Oooh, you really do dig cock, doncha kid? Tongue that
muther. And whip out that hard pecker you got bustin' your
pants." He reached down and helped Terry open his pants. He
grabbed the boy's cock and fondled it. "Nice 'n tender! Stretch
out on top of them boxes, kid. I ain't a selfish sonofabitch
like Benny. I don't mind blowin' a boy what's sucking on me."
   Terry stretched across the boxes. Charley pulled his head
so it hung down over them. Then he aimed his cock so he could
fuck into his mouth and right down his throat. He watched Terry
suck on him, determining how much the youngster could comfort-
ably take, then he leaned over and started to blow the boy.
Terry hungrily accepted the man's thrusts, enjoying when the
big balls slapped across his forehead.
   Charley wasn't lying. He'd obviously milked the cream from
young boys' cocks before. He repeatedly deep-throated Terry's
ample teenage cock, causing the boy to willingly take more of
the big shaft down his throat. They quickly reached their
peaks. Charley, noting that Terry wasn't choking or gagging in
the least, was tempted to shove his prick right down the boy's
gullet and unload. Instead he gave a couple of deep, pene-
trating lunges then pulled back until only his cock knob was
being sucked by the boy. He remained rigid and let his glans
open and flood the boy's mouth with a tremendous shower of
boiling cum! Charley always shoots plenty and this was one of
his most powerful orgasms. Sucking the boy's tender prick was
really turning him on. And from the repeated squirts of juice
the boy was shooting into his mouth, he knew Terry was
relishing the continuous flow of creamy jizz he was gulping
down completely.
   "Like that boyjuice, hunh, Charley?" Benny teased from the
doorway.
   "Wha...? SHIT! You little sneak!" Charley scowled,
straightening up.
   "Relax," Benny waved his hand, "I've always known you dig
lickin' on the young ones--they've told me. I just hadda catch
you. Makes blackmail a little more even...wouldn't you say?"
he laughed.
   "Never would've squealed on you anyway, you dipshit!"
Charley said. Then to Terry he smiled. "Any time you get tired
of one-sided action down there kid, you come up the stairs to
Uncle Charley...he'll take care of ya!"
   Terry agreed, buttoned up, and went back down to the
balcony. Benny wanted another go, but Terry declined because he
had to get home.
   Until the warmth of Spring set in, Terry frequented the
Bijou several times a week. A couple of times, on slow nights,
he drifted up the stairs for a hot 69 with Charley. Benny
required his pay-back at least once a week...but Terry didn't
mind at all. He'd become infatuated with the Assistant
Manager's gritty ball-smell and lightly-soiled asscrack.
Actually, it wasn't so much the guy's grunge he loved...
although he no longer minded that...it was the older guy's
masterful attitude and lewd manner that attracted him.
Actually, Terry was not intimidated by Benny's dominating
manner...he enjoyed playing along with it...but he was excited
by his lewdness!
   Benny would sit in the back row, on the aisle, his pants
slipped down to mid-thigh, stroking his big boner while he
listened to the sounds of cocksucking 'n' fucking going on in
the balcony. Benny's friends were often there, spread out along
the last row getting serviced while cocksuckers paid their $5
to work on the boys' pricks. Watching their smirking faces
while getting blown, Benny smiled arrogantly. Seeing Terry
coming up the aisle, he snapped his fingers and motioned the
boy to him.
   Starting to kneel, Terry was told to wait. Benny lifted his
legs and put his feet on the back of the chair in front of him.
Loud enough for his buddies to hear, Benny ordered, "Smell my
shithole, kid! Get your nose down there!" Terry lowered himself
to the sticky floor and scooted between Benny's legs, getting
close to the exposed, reeking asshole.
   "NOW LICK IT!" Benny ordered, none too quietly. Several
heads turned at the sound, but quickly went back to their own
nastiness. Meanwhile, Terry was holding the Assistant Manager's
legs back, tonguing into the stinky hole. Several coins fell
from the uplifted trousers. Benny's friends gasped in amazement
seeing the young boy willingly slopping his tongue into their
buddy's asscrack! Benny turned his head to either side, glaring
triumphantly at them. "NOW...SUCK ON IT!" Terry complied,
rather noisily.
   After that exhibition, Benny's friends started offering
their assholes for a licking. Most of the cocksuckers willingly
paid the extra 2 bucks for the pleasure of eating out their
straight buttholes!
   Shortly, Benny would push his long cock down between his
legs, and Terry would work it over til he got a heavy load down
his throat...
   Back in the restroom, Phillip couldn't take the sight of
the other exec rimming the kid for long. He blasted Terry's
tonsils, chugging his dick in and out of the greedy boy's
sucking mouth. Suddenly nervous again, he quickly buckled up
and left the washroom. Turning at the door, he gasped when he
saw Parker spit on his prick and shove it into Terry's demand-
ing asshole! Tempted to stay and watch, he recon-sidered...
deciding he'd been away from his office far too long as it was.
   Even though giving his cherry to Frank hadn't been a bad
experience, and he'd eventually learned to take Tom's big cock
with ease, Terry wasn't much for getting fucked. Until he met
up with two young sailors in uniform his second week in the
balcony.
   Seated between them, Terry was fondled and admired by the
older teenagers. They had his cock and balls out, playing with
them while they each licked his ears and whispered what they
wanted him to do. They soon had him breathing heavily and
nodding in agreement.
   The redhead on his left quickly undid the multitude of
buttons on his flap. He pulled out a thick rosy-headed cock,
and Terry eagerly bent over to get his mouth on it. The other
sailor, a dark-haired fellow with a constant, lusty smile on
his face, grabbed Terry's hips and twisted him in the seat.
Undoing Terry's final snap, he eased the boy's pants over his
smooth buttocks and avidly caressed the young buns.
   Terry was content having his face in the sailor's crotch,
licking up and down the delicious shaft and mouthing the fat
knob as the redhead stretched his long legs under the seat in
front. He didn't mind in the least when the other guy tickled
his butthole, playfully fiddling with his anus. He even
welcomed it when the finger retreated momentarily, only to
return well-moistened. The wet finger slowly teased his hole
open, getting it relaxed. Terry waited for the right moment,
then he thrust his ass back and allowed the digit to enter him.
   He started to blow the redhead with hard sucking movements
while the friend finger-fucked his asshole. His own cock stuck
out hard and dripping...untouched. Amazed at the young boy's
expert tongue action, the red-headed sailor soon gushed a flood
of hot juice into his mouth!
   "How 'bout lettin' me blow ya," the redhead whispered in
Terry's ear after catching his breath, "while you sit on my
buddy's prick?!"
   "Sit on it?" Terry asked.
   "Yeah. Pull your pants off and sit on his lap. I'll suck
your dick while you ride him."
   Terry was hot and anxious to see the pleasant boy's lips
milking his raging boner. The other sailor slipped his finger
out of the steamy orifice and opened his flap when Terry
agreed.
   Trying not to be too obvious--although the balcony was
sparsely populated--he slipped his trousers and shorts off and
swung his leg over the other guy's middle. Then he was pulled
back against the sailor's chest. The redhead was quickly on the
floor, squeezing in between their legs. For a while he was able
to lick all over his buddy's stiff prong and nuts, then move
slightly upward to do the same to Terry's balls...an inch away
...and up to catch the cream running down Terry's throbbing
bone.
   Getting his buddy's suckable 7-incher good and wet by going
down on it, he whispered for Terry to lift up while he
maneuvered the insertion up the boy's tingling butthole. Terry
gasped, but his wet hole was ready. He slowly lowered himself
onto the shaft until he was plugged to the balls with hot Navy
cock! Just resting there until he was totally acclimated to the
intrusion, Terry watched the redhead as he lewdly tongued and
sucked his prick with nautical expertise!
   Loving the sensations, Terry reached forward and grabbed
the seat in front of him. By arching his back he was able to
begin a slow plunge up and down the hard, salty prick, while
the redhead worked his mouth over his throbbing cock...taking
it deeply each time Terry lifted off. He'd never before enjoyed
being cocked in the ass as much as this!
   For a time, the poor redhead could only watch...and smell
...the fuck taking place in front of his face in cramped
quarters because Terry had begun to bounce furiously up and
down on the sailor's hard prick! Holding onto the seat in
front, he used it for leverage as he moved his ass over the
military hard-on. The dark-haired sailor held his hips and
pulled him down hard! He shot furiously up the boy's rectum.
Gathering what was happening, the redhead quickly engulfed
Terry's prick and worked the stationary rod into the back of
his throat. Using his tongue and throat muscles, he felt the
lad's creamy sperm shoot out. Gulping it down, he fingered the
connection where his buddy's cock was still imbedded up Terry's
asshole...his copious load starting to leak out around the
still-rigid shaft!
   Terry lifted off and swung into the seat next to them. He
reached for his pants and while slipping them on, he watched
the redhead begin to tongue all over his sailor buddy's cummy
prick!
   "Ummm....you're such a fucking queer, Red!" the other
sailor said, delighting in his friend's disgusting behavior.
"How'd you ever get in the fucking Navy, anyway?"
   "Blew the recruiter!" he laughed, finally relinquishing the
cleaned cock. "He told me there were boys like you that'd need
my services!"
   "Just make sure you don't get caught onboard ship," he
chuckled. "I'd sure miss your working on me. Gonna plug your
queer ass one of these days...just like I did to our friend
here! Thanks, kid, that was swell!"
   Terry enjoyed the winter months in the balcony...even more
so than in the park. The pickings weren't always better, but
they were more numerous to choose from...and the surroundings
were safer from prying eyes like the law. Although there was
one vice cop that frequented the balcony when off duty for the
purpose of blowing boys and young men. He had a neat little
racket going...one that amused Benny since the cop was enamored
of the Assistant Manager's cock and loved to suck him off. He'd
watch him sit down next to a handsome guy or one of the few
cute kids he allowed up there, knowing exactly when he'd
reached over to fondle their crotch. The guy would shake his
head or get up to leave, only to be pulled back by the arm as
the cop pulled out his I.D. Terrified and shaking, they'd slump
back in their seats and allow their pants to be opened, their
cock and balls pulled out, and the officer's head thrust into
their laps! Benny could be heard giggling in back.
   Terry was the only one Benny ever warned about the cop.
Although he'd never admit it, he had a soft spot for the little
cocksucker. So when the man inevitably sat next to the pretty
boy, Terry played reluctant, letting the man play his game...
pulling out his I.D.
   "So?" Terry looked up at the man, supposedly unimpressed.
   "Wadda ya mean, 'so'?! I could bust ya!"
   "Fat chance! My old man's a Captain on the force. Wait'll
I tell him you tried to molest me at the movies, Officer uh...
Campbell!"
   "Aw...h-hey, kid," he stammered, "I'm just doing my job!"
   "Yeah, sure...BLOWJOB!" Terry accused. "You like lickin'
boys' peters, hunh?"
   "Naw, you got it all wrong," he started to sweat.
   "Oh," Terry teased, whipping out his cock, "then I guess
you wouldn't want to suck on this, hunh?" The cop's mouth
watered. Terry smiled. "I won't tell if you won't!"
   The first time Terry met Sparky was in the theatre
restroom. The older 15-year-old came in while Terry was taking
a piss. Standing at the next urinal, Sparky kept trying to
catch a glimpse of Terry's pissing dick. Catching him out of
the corner of his eye, Terry slowly turned his gaze, catching
the older boy's inquisitive stare. He moved back, giving him a
good look.
   "You like it?" Terry smiled, flipping his dick and
splashing the piss up and down the porcelain.
   "Uh..." the kid gulped, finally noticing Terry looking at
him, "yeah, sure do!"
   "Wanna suck it?" Terry no sooner asked, then the kid took a
dive for it. "Hey! Let me shake the piss off first!"
   "Don't matter..." Sparky already had his mouth on Terry's
cockhead, catching the last drops of piss that dribbled out.
"Ummm, nice!" He looked up, "If I'm gonna put a guy's pecker in
my mouth, a little piss don't make much difference."
   Terry pulled away nervously. The restroom was too active.
"Come on," he zipped up, "let's go up in the balcony. I wanna
play with you, too!"
   "They won't let us up there," Sparky said dejectedly.
   "Wanna bet? I'll get you in." Terry thought for a moment.
"You might have to blow Benny, though."
   "I'm telling ya," Sparky insisted, "that Assistant
Manager's a mean bastard and he keeps an eye out."
   Terry laughed. "Benny is the Assistant Manager!"
   "Are you kidding? I won't blow that prick!"
   "That 'prick' has a nice prick! Believe me, you'll love
blowin' it. Benny ain't so bad...he's really a pussy cat that
likes gettin' blown by boys. He just tries to protect us up
there."
   "Yeah? OK...but I got a friend, Doug, waitin' for me. By
the way, my name's Sparky...what's yours?"
   "Terry. Does your friend suck cock too?"
   "He's done me a couple of times, but he's too scared to do
it in public...like in here."
   "You go get him. I'll talk to Benny. Meet me upstairs, but
be sure to let him know that the price might be to suck off
Benny."
   Benny was skeptical, until he saw the boys come up the
stairs. He quickly agreed. Going to the back row, the four guys
settled in for some fooling around. Terry and Sparky quickly
started to grope each other, while Doug nervously submitted to
the Assistant Manager's abrasive, coaxing attitude. He put
Doug's hand on his pants, helping the boy rub him up to a
fierce hard-on, whispering promises of the freedom he'd be
allowed in the balcony in the future if only he'd blow him once
in a while.
   Doug was still a near-virgin, but his hesitancy vanished
when the A.M. dragged out his long prick. Sparky's was the only
one he'd ever had in his mouth, and he'd enjoyed it, but this
one was about two inches longer and Doug couldn't resist the
opportunity, especially after looking over and seeing his
friend licking up and down Terry's hard boner! Listening to the
two guys next to him giving each other noisy head, he gladly
went down on Benny and soon was wallowing in the delicious
lewdness of cocksucking in the balcony!
   Benny moaned, watching the younger kid blow him. It was
amateurish, as blowjobs go, but Benny didn't mind. He loved
watching queers worshipping his cock. It gave him a thrill...
much more satisfying than having a girl give him head. A guy
using his mouth on his prick made him feel deliciously
superior! Benny had no wish, not even secretly, to put his
mouth of another stud's meat. But his balls always shot a
bigger load when he watched a cocksucker between his legs. And
right now, with the cute 16-year-old giving him a clumsy, but
sweet, suck job...he was approaching orgasm just enjoying the
boy's innocent enthusiasm.
   Looking over, Benny caught Terry's glassy-eyed look.
He winked, and together they blasted their loads into the
buddyboys' mouths.
   Lifting off Benny's long cock, Doug fished his own bone
from his pants. He settled back, and after realizing that the
A.M. wasn't going to return the favor, started to jack off.
When Terry traded positions and started to blow Sparky, the
horny youngster went to his friend's aid. He bent over and
knocked Doug's hand from his prick, taking it into his own
mouth and sucked his friend lovingly. Doug gasped, running his
hand through his suckbuddy's long, soft hair, filling his
mouth!
   Sparky gulped it down avidly. He could have come at the
same time, but he was enjoying Terry's practiced fellatio too
much to hurry it. Benny watched, satisfied. Doug layed back
exhausted, his eyes closed, while his friend tenderly licked
his spent cock...until he felt the lips nip at him. Looking
down, he saw Terry swallowing rapidly as his friend spurted his
usual heavy load. He wondered at the boy's ability to contain
Sparky's massive ejaculate...something he hadn't yet been able
to manage. He'd try harder in the future, he promised himself!
   Sparky blew Benny the next night, up in the storeroom, with
both Terry and Doug watching. Benny wasn't in any hurry, and
Sparky was digging on the A.M.'s big prick. Sparky knelt there,
teasing the dick and licking on the sweaty balls, for so long a
time that Terry and Doug got tired of watching and fiddling
with each other.
   "Fuck 'em!" Terry cried. He dropped his pants and reached
over to pull down Doug's. They dropped to the floor and moved
into a 69, blowing each other happily. They finished up first,
so went over to help out the other guys. Doug slipped around
between Benny legs and started to suck off his friend while
Terry startled Sparky by getting down and spreading his ass to
give him a good rimming! Used to older guys with their firmer,
sometimes hairier, buns, Terry was delighted with Sparky's
smooth, fleshier cheeks with its boyishly-fragrant hairless
asshole!
   He made such noise sucking the young shithole that, after
coming, Benny demanded similar action! Then he made Terry rim
Doug while he jacked off, watching Doug blow his friend Sparky.
Just as Sparky was blasting his load into Doug's mouth, Benny
squirted his juice over Doug's cocksucking mouth! Doug didn't
mind...he'd finally been able to take his buddy's heavy load
without losing any. He even turned his face and cleaned off
Benny's dripping cock while sperm ran down his cheeks!
   They became fast friends. Terry, Sparky, and Doug. Finally,
Terry had friends nearer his own age with whom he could indulge
in hot sex.
   Three months later the 13-year-old was taken to Winthrop,
Inc., the smaller subsidiary of Winthrop Industries. Previously
the Norton Toy Manufacturing Co., the company had just been
taken over by the larger concern. Terry's dad, realizing he'd
never been able to devote much time to the lad, decided to take
the boy on a tour of his newest acquisition. He was sure he'd
enjoyed the tour of a toy company! Terry agreed, annoyed that
his father still pictured him playing with toys, but happy for
the com-pan-ionship of his neglectful parent.
   Along the way, Foster Gimble Winthrop, Terry's dad, got
involved in a business discussion. Terry excused himself and
went in search of a men's room. There he encountered Mr.
Ferguson. Sharing urinals, the boy was bored enough to
encourage the man's obvious, though hesitant, interest. He
boldly reached over and squeezed the man's pecker!
   "Ya wanna blow me, mister?" he smirked.
   "Why...I..." he stammered nervously. "Sure I do, but..."
   Terry led him into a stall and dropped his pants. Mr.
Ferguson sat on the toilet and pulled the boy to him, quickly
draining him of his youthful cum. He smacked his lips
contentedly. "Lovely, my boy, simply lovely. May I lick your
bum while I jerk off?" Terry flipped around and let the man rim
him. Mr. Ferguson loved the taste of the youngster's asscrack
and anus, and shot his spunk with his tongue up the boyhole!
   Later, the man was aghast at the boy's reply to his
inevitable question. Mr. Winthrop's son! Holy shit! There went
his job. Terry calmed his nerves. "Don't sweat it!" he assured
him.
   Explaining that he was responsible for personnel during the
managerial changeover, he and Terry devised a mutual under-
standing. When it came to sex, Terry's mind worked deviously
overtime! Hence the rapid employment of handsome, young--yet
qualified--young executives.
   Winthrop Sr. wasn't concerned about his son's spending so
much time at the toy company. Little did he know that Terry
loitered in the outer offices, checking out the prospective
executives applying for positions. Even Mr. Ferguson's
secretary merely smiled at the lad's cute note-taking, having
been told that he was 'learning the business.' Actually, he was
giving his critique of the applicants to be compared later with
Ferguson's own assessments. While Ollie Ferguson scrutinized
the man's qualifications in a business sense, Terry scrutinized
his qualifications in a purient sense! After hiring, Ferguson
started them on their way to corporate responsibility...while
the rest was left to Terry.
   Finding innocent ambush his best means of attack, Terry
soon had the lot baring their charms at his whim. Luckily for
him, business opportunities for young execs were at a premium.
Even so, the straight, mostly married young studs were thrust
into a frightening situation not at all to their liking. Only
discovering that their colleagues were in a similar state of
blackmail, and that they were willing to submit to the boy to
protect their substantial earnings, did they then relax and
learn to take it in stride.
   Thus, with Winthrop Sr. away in Europe, the young execs of
Winthrop, Inc. held their first annual fiscal assessment behind
locked doors. Six hunky studs sat business-like around the
massive oak table, discussing the prior year's successes and
failures, and the encouraging prospects for the future year.
Arnie Gold had just finished stammering through his financial
report, when Fred Winslow finally exploded!
   "HOW IN THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO CONDUCT BUSINESS WITH
THIS SHIT GOING ON! I can't keep my mind on business."
   He was referring, of course, to the hot mouth action Doug
was now performing on his bloated pecker under the table.
Sparky was still teasing Arnie's delicious, circum-cised cock
knob that he loved so much! All the execs sat, business suit
pants to their ankles, trying to carry on a serious meeting,
while three horny boys moved around under the table...going
from lap to lap...lapping and sucking!
   They'd no sooner started the meeting when Terry and his
friends burst in on them, locking the doors behind them.
   "You guys just carry on business," Terry said nonchalantly,
"we'll just stay out of sight." They quickly stripped naked and
crawled under the table. One by one, the young studs watched as
their counterpart across the table blushed and lifted up as
their pants were obviously being pulled down. It was a funny
sight from above, seeing first one, then another bounce up,
then rest his bare fanny on the cool vinyl!
   As pre-arranged, not a labe went untouched for long as the
boys rotated under-neath...going from crotch to crotch, getting
a taste of every man at the table! Valiantly, they tried to
carry on. But the boys were evil! The executive giving the
current report would soon begin to murmur his words and slump
his body down. The sound of his knees banging the bottom of the
table made it plain that a boy was digging his tongue into the
guy's asscrack!
   "Sorry, fellassss!" he apologized, unable to resist the
moist tongue snaking between his buns. He smiled weakly, then
straightened up, as the boy moved to the next guy. The boys
were smart enough not to stay on one dick long enough to cause
an orgasm. It was teasing all the way!
   Finally, Parker whispered around the table. "I don't know
about you guys, but I can't take much more of this! Let's drag
'em out and spread 'em on the table 'n' fuck their little asses
raw! What have we got to lose? That's what they want, anyway."
   Silent agreement was nodded by all. Quickly, to the sounds
of mouths popping noisily from fat knobs, the boys were pulled
out from under.
   "Hey!"
   "Wha..."
   Naked, the surprised boys were spread side-by-side along
the massive corporate slab. Parker had hold of Terry. Smirking
delightedly, Terry allowed his legs to be thrown back.
   Since he'd fucked the boy on several occasions, Parker
playfully stuck his tongue out at the boy, then surprised him
by trading places with the exec next to him. Terry wasn't
exactly sorry, but Doug was apprehensive as Parker threw his
legs up. Doug had never been fucked before! His friend Sparky,
lying next to him, was perfectly content. The man pulling his
bottom to the edge of the table was Arnie Gold!
   "Give it to me easy, Arnie," Sparky requested, "BUT
GIVE IT TO ME!" He knew the man's fat knob would hurt going
in...but give him a wonderful fuck once he got used to it.
   "I...I don't know!" Doug squirmed, "I've never..."
   Terry looked over, amused, but concerned. Even with his
legs thrown in the air, Terry felt in complete control. "LICK
IT FOR HIM, PARKER! DOUGIE'S A VIRGIN. YOU WANNA PLOW
HIS ASS...GET DOWN THERE AND LICK HIS BUTTHOLE OUT!
YOU REMEMBER HOW TO DO IT, DON'T YOU?"
   Parker blushed furiously, but the sight of the young boy's
puckered anus exposed so vulnerably, made him forget his wife
and kids and remember the time he'd been forced to perform at
Terry's butthole! He bent over and licked at the boy's tender
opening, still holding his knees back to his chest.
   Meanwhile, Terry and Sparky had their butts plugged. Terry
moved his head to the side, looking at Doug.
   "Mmmm...you'll love it, man. Just listen to his tongue and
imagine how his hard pecker's gonna feel. You'll open right up
and let him in!"
   The boy couldn't miss, nor could anyone else, the slopping
noises coming from between his legs. Parker finally rose...the
last of the trio to plug his pecker into a boy. He did it
slowly, but determinedly. Dougie's young pliant asshole soon
adjusted to the intrusion, and before long he was moaning
deliciously along with his two friends.
   The other three businessmen climbed up onto the table and
squatted over the sodomized boys' faces. Laughing and grinning
at each other, they positioned their anxious assholes onto the
young mouths...looking curiously like they were about to take
shits! The kids were happy about the arrangement...particularly
Doug. It helped take his mind off the slight pain he was still
experiencing in his bottom hole as Parker's big dick moved
completely up inside him and began slow fucking movements.
Sparky and Terry were getting banged furiously by now. Sparky,
in particular, gave out a deep gutteral groan every time
Arnie's fat cock knob smashed into the back of his rectum. If
the breath left his body during these thrusts, the man whose
asshole Sparky had his tongue in must have been receiving added
thrills!
   While the fucking continued, the rimmees kept switching
around, getting an ass-suck from each boy. Most of them had
never experienced a tongue up their ass before their present
employment. Fred Winslow, in particular, had an extremely
sensitive anus, and the shy young man could not contain his
excitement at having a young boy licking him there! He blew his
wad while he sat on Dougie's sweet face. Doug was jacking him
off at the same time he was eating his ass and getting his hole
plugged with deep lunges of Parker's cock.
   Nearly there himself, Parker saw Winslow's prick throb and
quickly bent down in time to receive the heavy blasts of cum in
his mouth as his colleague exploded! When Winslow finally
pulled away, catching his breath, Parker pumped a torrent of
jizz up Doug's virgin bunghole.
   The loud gasps coming from his mouth only served to call
attention to the streams of cum dripping from his chin! Winslow
had shot an immense amount of pent-up sperm into his fellow
employee's mouth, and no matter how fast Parker had tried to
swallow, his impending orgasm made him lose control of his
facial muscles...causing that last mouthful to flow from his
open lips!
   The others chuckled, but not for long. They, also, were
very close, and while the sight of Parker sucking cock and
dripping boyjuice was amusing...it was also a fatal catalyst.
They burned with lust! So much so, that the two fuckers
instantly lost any inhibitions and eagerly imitated Parker,
performing a similar service on the rimmee before them. The
intense pleasure being experienced by their pricks, deeply
imbedded in a young boy's rearend...being squeezed deliciously
in the velvetry young flesh...allowed them to give themselves
permission to freely wallow in their lustful delirium!
   They fucked those sweet asses and sucked the hot cock in
front of them! They licked the bulging cockheads and sucked
the juice erupting from the manly balls!
   With big cocks pounding their butts, hot smelly assholes
on their lips, Terry and Sparky jacked their peckers furiously,
sending streams and streams of buttery spunk skyward...
splashing on their cocksucking fuckers' chests and chins!
   Only Doug hadn't come yet. He was working up a sticky
lather on his throbbing joint.
   "Lift my ass up, please," he asked Parker, "way up...and
push me down so I can shoot in my mouth!"
   Parker did as requested. He held the smooth butt in his
hands and lifted it high in the air, pushing it over--above
the boy's head. Then they all stared, amazed, as Doug began
to raise up and tongue the end of his own cock!
   Parker watched from above. "Can I push harder?" Doug nodded
excitedly, slurping on his drippy cockhead.
   Holding the back of the boy's thighs, he pressed them
downward, lowering the prick closer to Doug's hungry tongue.
Determined to assist the youngster...and fired up by the
unique, wanton perfor-mance...he caught sight of the pink cherry
he'd just taken. His own warm sperm was running out of there,
thick globs oozing down the crack. He bent and licked it up,
then pressed his mouth to the gaping bumhole and sucked on it!
Drawing out his own copious load, he watched as Doug sucked in
his whole cockhead and drank the delectable stuff from his
own balls!
   "Wow! I didn't know you could do that, Dougie!" Terry
exclaimed after they'd calmed down a bit.
   "Neither did I! I mean I've licked it a little before...
and I like to get over my head and shoot in my mouth...but I've
never had somebody push me down to see if I could get closer.
SUCKED MYSELF OFF! Man, that was wild! Thanks, Parker. I...I
kinda liked you fucking me, too!"
   "Parker obviously liked it, too!" one of the fellows
chuckled.
   "SUCKED HIS OWN CUM RIGHT OUTTA THERE!" another
exclaimed.
   "Yeah, well...what can I say?" Parker shrugged. "That
little bastard," he pointed at Terry, "is bad enough. But
bringing his cute buddies around...like Doug here...is fuckin'
unfair! How the hell is a guy supposed to stay straight when
they make butt-fuckin' and cocksucking so...so..."
   "Fantastic?" Winslow offered, smiling. "That was certainly
a fantastic blowjob you gave me!"
   Parker blushed. "Yeah, well start eating more celery,
willya! That spunk of yours could choke a camel!"
   "You sure were gulping it down eagerly!" Ted Linden
remarked, grinning stupidly. "I didn't see you spittin' it out.
It must have tasted better than your own cum from the boy's
shitty asshole!"
   "Heh! No shit, but even with his assjuice mixed in...it was
sweeter. Stop drinking beer, Winslow! Makes your jizz sour!"
Everybody chuckled.
   Suddenly, Arnie stepped from the window. "MR. WINTHROP!
HE'S ON HIS WAY UP!"
   Terry bolted from the table, scrambling for his clothes,
looking completely flustered. He stared questioningly at Arnie
in terror.
   Gold just smiled...an evil satisfaction in his eyes.
   "I'll get you for that!" Terry promised, smiling.
   They all laughed, amused at the boy's being taken in.


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