Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2022 18:01:11 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: House in the Ghetto, Chapter 2 (Revised)

House in the Ghetto Chapter 2

Just a few short hours ago, I had sucked my first boy dick – a skinny,
incredibly sexy 13-year-old black stud I had cruised and propositioned; and
lured to my house with the promise of a pack of smokes.  I didn't find
anyone on my second walk around the hood.  I mean, there were some boys but
they were always in groups.  I did see one lone Hispanic looking kid
but...he was on the chubby side.  Earlier today, I might have approached
him.  But I guess since I had cum once already, I had lost some of my
horniness and with it, my nerve.  So, I went home to just sit on the porch.
It was a hot day so I took off my shirt and threw it onto the other chair.

It seemed like everyone walking by had an attitude about them – a sort
of anger almost.  Even the littlest boys, like 4-years-old, had a swagger
while walking with their moms or older sisters.  No one really looked at me
or if they did, it was more like they were staring a hole right through me:
"Don't cross me – don't even think about it," their eyes seemed to say.
Before long these two young boys came down the street.  One was black and
one was white.  That seemed a little unusual for this neighborhood, but
maybe not so much for such young children.  I'm no judge of age but I would
say both were under 4 feet (120cm) tall.

I couldn't see real far up the block, so when they came into view I guess I
really stared in order to take them in.  The little white boy didn't smile
or change his expression, but he did put his hand up in a short wave.  The
little black thug just slowed down and stared back at me.  He was the
shorter of the two.  He was not at all chubby or husky, yet packing a
little more on him than the average grade-school boy.  He was what you
might call sturdily built.  His hair was not trimmed and really, I think,
could only be described as "nappy."  He was shirtless and shoeless, wearing
only flip-flops and a pair of basketball shorts that looked like they were
hand-me-downs for 5 generations.  They were sagging considerably, making it
abundantly clear that the little tyke was wearing no underwear.  I mean,
the slight bulge of his little package was, I think, the only thing holding
them up in the front.  But his ass, oh boy, his ASS!  Just like the other
boy I sucked, it jutted out several inches from the rest of his body –
FUCK!  How could I help but have my eyes glued to him???!!!

At the same time, just as mesmerizing to me was the skinny white boy beside
him.  I mean he was so skinny.  Like his friend, he was shirtless, wearing
a pair of tan twill shorts that were not sagging, but looked to be a size
too small, so very tight on him.  I could easily count his ribs.  There's
something about a really skinny boy that makes them seem even younger –
they seem more delicate, more ephemeral.  He looked like I could pick him
up with my little finger, then easily break him in half over my knee just
like snapping a twig.  His hair was a dirty blond and his skin had a good
tan – he probably was outside all summer and shirtless all the time.  In
looking at his unkempt hair and how dirty his shorts were, I wondered if he
even had a decent shirt to wear.  Sad for him but eye candy for my
perverted brain!  He was a couple of inches taller than his friend, making
him look that much wispier.  His face was thin as well in a cute sort of
nerdy way.  Picture Alfafa from "The Little Rascals" with longer, unkempt
dark blond hair.  Then picture him twice as skinny and you've got it.  He
was perfection!

"See something you like?"

"Huh?" I managed to mumble in response, slowly coming out of my daze.
Damn, I was already starting to chub up.

"I said, `See something you like?'"

It was the little black boy, his eyes looking all the more fierce, set back
from his chubby cheeks in his slightly round, but handsome little face.

"Yes," I said.  FUCK, how could I be so brazen?  Right here in public on my
own front porch, with two such little boys?  My now fully hard, straining
cock was the answer.  "Yes, I do," I said again.

"Then maybe you should suck my dick, faggot!" he bellowed back, actually
grabbing his little boy package and shaking it as he said it.  FUCK, talk
about BRAZEN!  The white child was covering his mouth and giggling.  OH
MAN!  What to do next?

"Come up here and say that," I said.  I said it gently, calmly, slowly,
with a little smile.  No threat whatsoever.  He stopped shaking his tiny
bulge but kept his hand on it.  He was thinking.  The white kid stopped
giggling and had opened his eyes in shock.  Not fear, really, just
surprise.  The black kid didn't look scared at all – just thoughtful -
trying to decide if he wanted to devote some more time to this little game
or be on his way.  But then, there was no school, it was mid-afternoon.
I'm sure they had no money.  So what else did they have to do?

He reached for the gate.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!!!  My head was spinning.
I had just been blurting out words in the moment, not even thinking about
where this actually might be going.  I quickly decided that's what I was
going to KEEP doing.  "SHUT UP!" I screamed internally to the sensible side
of my brain.

He slowly started up the short walk.  The Anglo boy looked up and down the
street, then sheepishly followed, closing the gate behind him.  The
pint-sized black stud kept his eyes fixed on me, his swagger and machismo
ever present.  He was now standing right next to me, no more than a foot
away from my chair.  "Suck my dick, faggot," he said, in a half-whisper,
half-growl.  Fuck, so sexy!

I looked up at his eyes.  I couldn't really read him.  I looked down at the
little bulge holding up the front of his shorts and swallowed hard, then
back up at his face again – really cute now that I saw him up close.
"You want to come inside and say that?" I said, barely able to get the
words out but not breaking my stare at him.  He stepped back just a half
step.  Now, the first time I saw any fear in him at all.  The white child
was right behind him, and let out a little gasp.  "I won't hurt you, I
promise," I said, quickly getting some composure and feeling a little more
in control, now that I had seen some fear in them.  "If anything starts to
happen that you don't like, you just say, `no' and I'll stop, I swear."  It
sounded good to me but then, why should he believe me?

His face softened a bit, then once again he screwed up a frown and said in
a low growl, "You try to rape me or anything, and my brothers will come
back and kill you!"

"I promise," I said again.  "It will only be stuff that you like – that
is fun for you."  They both just stood there.  A couple of seconds went by.
I didn't know what else to say.  I got up, opened the storm door, then
stood inside the doorway of my living room, holding the door open for them.
More seconds passed.  We said nothing.  It was now or never.  Either they
would walk in or they would cut and run.  The white boy was looking at his
friend but the black one had his eyes glued to the floor, thinking.  Then,
he moved.  He did it.  He slowly walked to the door and brushed past me
into my living room.  The white boy again looked around, then quickly
followed.  I closed the door.  The drapes were already closed.  Though
still shaking inside, I managed to take control.  "Here, stand over here,"
I said, gently taking him by the shoulders and maneuvering him so that he
now had his back an inch from the wall.  The touch of my hands on his bare
shoulders was nirvana.

I sat down on the floor in front of him.  Even at that, my face was level
with his chest.  I hunched way, way down, getting my face at the level of
his boy crotch.  As slowly as I could, I moved my hands toward the
waistband of his shorts.  I felt like I was outside of myself, watching
myself in slow motion.  I carefully put my fingertips down the front of his
shorts.  This had the awesome effect of pulling them down a little, so I
could now see the base of his little black stick.  Oh fuck!!  "Say it
again," I whispered breathlessly.

A pause and a deep breath, then: "Suck it," he said, almost in a whisper
himself.  "Suck my dick, faggot."

I almost fainted.  What a line I was about to cross!  My head spinning, I
pulled his faded black shorts all the way down to the floor.  Man, I was
gasping for air, like something was stuck in my throat.  There it was,
right in front of me.  The first live, hairless boy penis I had ever seen
in my life!  To say it was amazing to me is an understatement!  It was the
same color as his light chocolate brown smooth skin, that is, the shaft
was.  The head (he was circumcised) was purple!  Fuck!  The whole thing was
less than 2 inches long and stuck out at a 45 degree angle against his
tight, smooth little boy balls.  And it was mine now to make a meal of.

Still shaking, almost crying in delirious lust and happiness, I swooped in
and slurped up his tiny manstick as I simultaneously reached around him and
grabbed him by his little boycheeks, smashing his bald crotch tight against
my lips.  Fireworks were going off in my brain.  I sucked: Passionately but
gently, while making little cries around his tiny member.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"
he cried in turn, as he leaned over and clutched my bare shoulders in his
small hands.  He pretty much laid the top of his body down on top of my
head as he held on to me.  It felt so nice – kind of intimate.  As my
sucking pulled more blood into his chocolate peepee, it quickly began to
wake up and grow.  The sensation in my mouth was incredible!

I swished my mouth and tongue around to get my mouth watering and get his
dick wet.  "AH!!!" he cried out in high-pitched glee as he practically
hugged me with his whole upper body, writhing the palms of his small hands
all over my bare back.  I didn't know that 8-year-old boys could be so
passionate.  Was he 8?  Really, I couldn't say.  But his little peter was
throbbing steady, now in all its hard-on glory.  I had to pull off and look
at it.  I slid my arms up his sides to his hairless young armpits and
gently lifted him off me as I pulled my horny lips off his angry little
rod.

Oh wow.  A good two and a half inches of black boy meat, about as big
around as my index finger.  So beautiful.  So hot.  So forbidden.  He let
me look for a moment, standing their panting, recovering some of his
breath.  I was still hunched over, my eyes at cocklett height.  I was
almost on my hands and knees.  He gently patted me on top of the head.  It
was almost like he was patting a dog.  I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm in
my pants.  FUCK!!!

My cock was hurting so badly, stuffed in my jeans, I was afraid it would
break.  I quickly stood up and kicked off my shoes as I started to undo my
pants.  "Whatchoo doin' nigga?" he asked, with only a little bit of panic
in his voice.  "It's okay, baby," I said, "I just gotta let my hard cock
out of these tight pants."  He just nodded his head once in reply.

"Wow," said the little white thing, as my 6 inch boner popped up and out of
my pants.  "He's got a big one, Mo!"  (So the little black stud's name was
"Mo."  I would later find out that that was short for "Maurice.")  Mo
definitely checked me out but didn't say anything.  I quickly dropped back
down to the floor and greedily sucked his hot little tool back into my
insanely horny mouth.  This time, instead of sitting down and hunching
over, I put myself on my hands and knees.  On all fours.  Like a dog.  Just
like a dog.  He oohed and ahhed and patted me on the head again.  My cock
shook as I sucked.  I was delirious.

"Pull my socks off," I said to whitey, pulling off of the throbbing black
dick only long enough to give the order.  I wanted to be totally naked –
to fully get into the role of the bitch-slut servicing the incredibly young
and hot stud.  Whitey got down behind me and tugged.  He grunted as he
pulled.  The socks were tight and he was small and skinny.  Finally he got
them off.  Mo needed to be totally butt naked too.  Still sucking him for
all I was worth, I reached down and lifted up his left foot.  He
cooperated, pulling out of his flip-flop and shorts.  I placed his now
naked left leg on the floor, then did the same with the other leg.  Here I
was, now, totally naked with a totally naked, totally underage little boy
in my mouth.  Shit!  Shit!  SHIT!!!!

I moved my knees up, arched my back down and jutted my butt out.  I wanted
to spread my ass open and feel the air on my asshole.  Ahhh...  Feeling
that physical sensation, as well as the mental aspect of being even more
slutty, I attacked Mo's tiny nail with renewed vigor.  "Um, um, um," he
grunted as his little hands clutched my shoulders for balance.  Meanwhile,
something amazing happened at the other end.  Apparently my sticking my
butt out gave the white tyke an idea and he gave me a nice medium hard swat
on my bare ass.  "HAHH!!" I had to scream out loud and pull off of horny
Mo.  My cock pulsed three times but didn't shoot its load.  The white boy
jumped back in horror.  Mo looked truly scared too, for the first time.
"H... h... HARDER!" I finally managed to blurt out, as I dived back on to
Mo's hot boyrod.

Whitey began to spank me, the sounds of the swats filling the air and my
senses, and making me even hornier, if that were possible.  "Harder," I had
to say again, "as hard as you can!"  Swat, slap, spank...  I was almost
fainting.  I mean, never in my wildest dreams...

"Ha, ha, ha!" little Mo laughed out loud, "Spank that white boy ass!"  I
was back on him again.  Up until now, I had only been sucking him, I mean,
I was just staying still and sucking.  His dick was too short to really go
up and down on and still keep in my mouth.  But now, in his horniness, he
instinctively started pumping his little man-pipe.  He grabbed my head and
started making sharp, quick thrusts, probably moving back and forth no more
than half an inch.  It was so sexy it made me shudder.  I felt that not
only would my cock explode, but my whole body, taking the boys and the
whole house with it.  But...I had to have more.  Had to try something while
I had the chance in case I never got the chance again.

"Wha...?" he said, half-dazed from lust as I pulled off him.  For the
second time, I slid my hands up his precious, smooth body to his hairless
little boy armpits.  This time I picked him up.  Still on my knees, I spun
around and sat him down on the rug.  He held on to my arms as we moved.  It
was nice just for that briefest of moments, feeling his little hands
holding on to me as I held him.  One more fleeting dose of intimacy.

"Lie down," I said quickly but firmly.  "You will like this, I promise."  I
had given him no reason to doubt me, so he quickly complied.  Trying to do
it calmly so as not to totally freak him out, I put my hands under his
knees and lifted them all the way over his body and down to the floor above
his shoulders – this had the result of putting his little ass up in the
air as high as it would possibly go.  SHIT!  SHIT!  SHIT!  FUCK!  FUCK!
FUCK!  WHAT A SIGHT!!!!

But no time to dally.  I had to keep this going before he protested or lost
his momentum of lust.  Taking a split second to memorize the unbelievable
sight, I dove in.  As for color, his behind could have been coated in milk
chocolate.  (Maybe I will even get to actually do that with him some day.)
His hole was like a chocolate kiss in the center – darker brown and oh,
so inviting.

"AAHHEEE!!!" he shrieked in a blood-curdling scream as I took the first
bold swipe across his little boyhole with my wide, wet tongue.  The scream
was startling and made me jump back.  But he made no move to get away so I
dove back in, lapping and swiping all over and around his tight little
pucker, getting him sloppy and insane.  For such a little kid he had a
rather low voice – that stereo-typical black sexy way of talking.  But
now, from his tiny, pre-pubescent vocal chords were coming shrill squeals
that sounded like one of those old, whistling tea kettles.

Fortunately, he was relatively clean back there – no shit taste, but
kind of a sour, musty taste.  Yeah, it was kind of nasty.  But also kind of
good.  And kind of good in the way it was nasty.  Shit, I'm such a perve!

He continued to squeal and beat his little fists onto the rug.  Meantime, I
was feeling so overwhelmed with everything that I started almost screaming
myself.  I mean, it had to come out somehow.  Half crying and half moaning,
I began to make almost primal sounds as I lapped, swiped, sucked, and
stabbed at his little opening.  "AH!  AH!  URBGH!  GRMRHP!" came my loud
sounds, slightly muffled by his buttcheeks smashed into my face.

Finally, he stopped screaming, now just panting hard as I kept up my
assault.  "Freddie," he said between gasps, "you gotta get on some of
this."  Freddie?  Oh yeah, the other kid.  In my dazed, almost dream-like
state, I had forgotten that there was another person in the room.  As I
looked up, I saw Freddie (now I knew his name) backing out of his shoes.
He had been standing next to me just a couple of feet away, watching
everything.  I kept my fingertip rubbing over Mo's still exposed hole.
Little Freddie had to take a deep breath and suck in his stomach as far as
possible in order to have room to get his fingers in his crazy tight pants
and unbutton them.  This caused his waist to shrink to mere inches while
making his ribs 10 times more prominent, which in turn, sent my head
spinning.  It was all I could do to keep from jacking myself off but I knew
that just one touch would make me explode so I willed myself to hold off.
I think I did black out for a split second but still managed to keep myself
upright as I was sitting on the floor.  Coming out of my near faint, I
resumed my rubbing on Mo's little hole as I watched Freddie step out of his
filthy shorts.  He was wearing threadbare fruit-of-the-looms which had once
been white but were now a dirty gray with dark yellow piss stains on the
front.  As he shucked them down and let them drop to the floor, multiple
skid-marks were apparent in the seat.  Man.  No, I couldn't go there,
especially when I had a nice clean ass to eat and was already in the middle
of it.  "Come back after you've had a bath," was all I could say as I went
back to pleasuring Freddie's pint-sized black friend.

I dove back onto little Mo's hot ass and despite my crazed lust managed to
feel bad about what I said.  As I continued to voraciously lap at Mo's hole
amid his ongoing sounds of ecstasy, I tilted my head to get a second look
at Freddie's little peepee.  It was like a little button - no length in it
to make it even hang down – just a tiny circumcised head.  And oh fuck,
somehow the tininess of it, the almost disappearing lack of it was another
fuckin' major turn-on for my sick mind!

"C'mere," I almost growled out, as I pried myself off Mo's sweet, hot ass.
Little Freddie eagerly stepped up to get his share of attention.  There was
hardly anything to put my mouth around.  I was just going to have to
swallow it and press my lips tight to him and suck like I was trying to
give someone a hickey.  I put my arm around him onto his narrow, bony ass
and pulled him tight to me.  He helped out by grabbing my head.  Young Mo
was still oohing and ahhing.  I had his hole so flooded with my spit that
my finger rubbing through all that natural lube probably felt almost like
my tongue.

In no time at all, I felt the thrill of Freddie's tiny pricklett start to
grow in my mouth.  He stopped growing when he got to a respectable 2
inches, but still no bigger around than a small stalk of asparagus.  It was
throbbing and hard as a nail.  Oh, if only I had 2 mouths.  But one thing
at a time.  I needed to give somebody an orgasm before I went insane
myself.  So I turned my attention once again to Mo's sweet, upturned,
obscenely splayed hiney.

I looked down at him with a leer, my too hard cock bobbing up and down in
the air all by itself: "I gonna make you cum now, little man," I growled.
"Did you ever come before?"  "I... I... I dunno," said little Mo between
pants and yips of pleasure as I went back down on his hot winker.

"He means when you shake and scream and shit, like Reggie and them did that
one time," offered Freddie.  "Huh-uh," gasped out the little black studboy
in response.  (Wait a minute.  Did Freddie just reveal that together they
both had seen other people have orgasms??!!!  I will file that information
away for later.)

Right now, it was time to give Mo his first, glorious, screaming, shaking,
earthquake of a cum.  I didn't know how long it would take but for my sake,
the sooner the better, so I attacked his little ass with renewed frenzy.  I
had been lapping and sucking and licking on him already.  I had to up it
somehow – make him crazy.  "You gotta open up that hole for me!" I
shouted as fast as I could, not wanting to take my mouth off him any longer
than I had to.  "Huh?" he cried in between animal sounding grunts.  "Relax
it!" I shouted again.  I felt him flex it open but only for a split second.
"Push out on it like you're trying to shit out a bit turd!" I was
practically screaming now, so frenzied was my unabated lust.  And then, it
hit.  Open hole.  Insert tongue.  "GAREEROGYWEROIUH!!!!!!!!" out came Mo's
almost horrific ear-splitting wail.  He had only opened his little pucker
about a quarter of an inch and only for maybe half a second.  But that was
enough for me to get the tip of my tongue up in to that special place of
ecstasy.

At this point, he could hardly stay still so I grabbed him tightly by his
little butt cheeks and took the opportunity to put my thumbs right at his
hole and open him up even more.  I dove in again.  "FRERRGORJERERG!!!" he
screamed again.  "FUCK!!!  FUCK!!!  FUCK!!!!!!!!!!"  I gotta tell you,
hearing that language coming out of that little body in that high boy voice
– one more thing piled on top of a hundred that was about to make me
start shooting all over the place.  I kept up my attack, stabbing the tip
of my wet tongue constantly at him, able to get it in about every second or
so as he relaxed and opened up before he would clamp shut again a second
later.  "GERTIOHHTEETTYFUCK!!!"  He continued his unintelligible outbursts,
along with beating his tough, small fists on the floor every time I struck
gold.

I was crazy with lust.  I truly felt like a crazy person.  I was out of
control.  "Spank me, Freddie!" I shot up and bellowed, like a crazy man,
then I dove back down onto Mo's hot hole.  A second later: "SWAT."
"HMMMM!!!!" I screamed with lust into Mo's little boy behind as I kept
frantically trying to work my tongue in as often and as far as I could.

The sounds would have made a great porn track for a blind boylover: The
sound of Mo screaming his guts out like he was being eaten by tigers.  The
sound of his fists slamming on the floor every two or three seconds as I
got my tongue up his shoot.  The sound of my muffled, yet still scarily
lustful screams as I kept my face hungrily glued to his tight little ass.
The obscene sound of the little boy hand whacking my grown-up bare ass.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I mean, FUCK, FUCK!  FUCK!!!!!!!

I was beyond delirium.  I somehow even sped up my thrusts into the tiny
black boyhole I was feasting on.  Freddie got tired though, I guess.
"C'mon, Freddie, keep it up," I cried, almost scaring myself with the
intensity of my plea.  "But my hand hurts," he whined – just loud enough
to be heard above his little friend's now constant screams.  "FUCKIN' BEAT
THE MAN, FREDDIE!" Mo managed to bellow out.  Like me, he was almost
weeping now.  "MY HAND HURTS!" shouted Freddie as Mo and I both kept up our
lustful cries.

"Get the wooden spoon off the kitchen counter!" I roared, and shot my
stabbing tongue back up its target.  About 10 seconds later: "SMACK!"
OUCH!  FUCK!  It hurt and yet it was more of a sting and even more than
that, it was stimulating – like in those videos I saw of guys shocking
their cocks with electrodes – not enough to really hurt but enough to
make them shoot off.

I don't know how it was even possible at this point but I got even more
ferocious on Mo's hot ass.  I had to make him cum before I did.  I was
doing everything to hold off my own urge to shoot and make him cum so I
could explode while watching him go nuts.  It was going to be the greatest
orgasm of a lifetime - for both of us.

"SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!"  Skinny young Freddie was relentless with the
spoon.  Thank goodness, because it was driving me wild!  And knowing it was
this skinny little tyke doing it to me only magnified the pleasure in my
buttcheeks.  "HHHMM!  UMPH!  GRRK!"  I screamed ever more forcefully into
the little black upturned ass hanging on my stabbing tongue.
"GEERTITTWFKKKK!  SRKKKK!  EEEEEE!!!!" screamed and squealed out little Mo
with steam-whistle ferocity.

And then finally from him, a rhythmic, "FU... FU... FUCK!!!"  I opened my
eyes to see his dark eyes open in shock and surprise.  I saw his little rod
start to pulse as I felt the incredible and unbelievable sensation of his
ass pulsing around my tongue in the same rhythm.
"FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" he yelled for all he was worth and beat at my
head and scratched at my arms while he writhed around almost
uncontrollably, his knees coming up off the floor and onto my shoulders,
causing him to beat me mercilessly in the back with his feet.  His head
shooting up and banging back down on the floor.  His eyes on fire like a
wild man.

I could no longer keep either of us still and fell backwards into what was
now (after this morning) the most intense and incredible orgasm in my life.
As I too convulsed and screamed my guts out, my cum shot out like a cannon.
The first blast shot way over my head.  The second blast hit the bottom of
my chin and then the rest in streams that went from my neck down to my
crotch.  I lost track of how many times I spasmed but it was long after my
juice was spent – to the point of being painful, but I still didn't want
it to end.

Freddie stood there in shock and surprise as well, looking down on us as
every nerve and fiber in our being seemed to be exploding in our crazy
orgasms – Mo without his cock begin touched and me without cock or hole
being touched.  "OH, OH, OH!" I wailed.  I was almost crying again.  "FUCK!
FUCK FUCK!!!!" cried Mo, the obscene, high-pitched, boy-screams continued
to emanate from his lips as his dick pulsed in rhythm while his arms and
legs flailed back and forth.

After what my memory tells me was several minutes, the pace of our jerks
and screams finally slowed down to random outbursts.  A few minutes later
there was silence except the sound of intense breathing, our chests heaving
as if we had just run a mile.  A few more moments went by as we continued
to bask in the high of what we had just experienced.

"Mo?" said Freddie almost in a whisper, "Are you alright?"  Mo couldn't
speak.  He just laid there on the floor, his eyes still glazed over as his
young brain processed the pleasure his body had just given him - that I had
just given him.

I sat up to get a better look at Mo, still in a daze, his breathing slowed
but still deep.  "He's okay," I said, and while still looking at Mo, I
reached out and pulled Freddie over to me and onto my lap.  It was just an
instinctive, natural thing to do.  I had never been around kids at all, but
I just wanted to comfort him, cuddle him.  Perve on him?  Sure, that too.
For a second, I remembered the shit stains in his underpants and wondered
what was rubbing off from his ass onto my lap – my lap being my lower
stomach and deflated (but still aching) penis.  Oh well.  He was sitting
there, no use moving him off now.  Plus, he was getting my cum all over his
back as he leaned back against me.  Oh fuck!  What a turn-on!!  I wrapped
my arms around him and held him tight, rubbed him – all over – up and
down his chest, his legs, his little balls and peepee of course.  Of
course!  Oh MAN!!!!

Finally, Mo raised his head and then propped himself up on his elbows, his
legs widely spread, his crotch obscenely exposed.  Still a bit dazed, he
looked at us as if we were far away.  Then that look faded and his tight
mouth melted into a big grin.  He had one front tooth missing.  I hadn't
even noticed that before.  His dark eyes were dancing – full of light.
He was beautiful.

"Did you like it, Mo?" said Freddie, breathlessly.  "Was it good?" he
asked.

"GOOD?" said Mo incredulously.  "It was the BOMB, man!"  And he stood up
and started struttin' his naked body around the room.  "It was the BEST!
It was the BOMB!"  And every time he shouted out a word like "bomb" he
would smack himself on the chest.  "It was the BEST, man!  Got my dick
SUCKED!  Got my ass LICKED!  Got my...what was that you called that thing
that happened to me?"  "Or-gas-m," I said slowly.  "Got my or-gas-UM!" he
cried and then I fell on the floor laughing, taking a laughing Freddie with
me.  But man, Mo was so sexy!  They both were, in their own way.

Mo soon calmed down, and started to put on his shorts.  Freddie got up to
do the same.  The cum that I had gotten on his back was only half dried.  I
looked around for my shirt to wipe him down.  I remembered it was still on
the front porch where I had left it.  As he picked up the underwear, I got
up on my knees, took it out of his hand and used the inside of the crotch
part to wipe his smooth, skinny back.  Now when he put them on, he was
going to have my wet cum all over his little boy package.  Man, where do I
get these sick ideas?  Oh well.

With both now fully dressed they headed to the door.  I was still sitting
on the floor as the door opened.  "Don't I get a kiss after all that?" I
asked, teasingly.  Mo turned around and stood there a second thinking.  Of
course he wasn't going to kiss me – not macho, studly, swaggering,
little Mo.  But then he started toward me.

He stopped in front of me and patted me on the head as he had done when I
started sucking him.  Like a dog.  Just like a dog.  "That's all you get,
BITCH!" he said with glee.  Both giggling, they closed the door behind them
and were gone.

But it was true.  I was his bitch.

Woof.

I collapsed back onto the floor, my deflated cock still aching.  I must
have sprained it.  I actually had half drifted off to sleep when I heard a
soft knock at the door.  I got up and peaked through the curtains.  Fuck,
it was Freddie!  Was it his turn now?  Was I going to have three in one
day?  My first day?  Was this some kind of dream?  Had I been hypnotized
and kidnapped by aliens and deposited onto some wonderful boy-sex planet???

Hiding my naked body behind the door, I cracked it open a little.  "Hi,
Freddie!"

"You told me to come back when I had a bath," he said.  "We ain't got no
water," he continued.  "Can I take a bath here?"

Fuck, I mean, again, FUCK!  As spent as I was in every way, my dick was
already starting to rise.  I took a step back and opened the door wider.

"Come in," I said.

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