Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2017 20:26:36 -0500 From: 8kg51c <8kg51c@protonmail.com> Subject: Lockie's Neighbourhood This story is a work of fiction. None of the events described here has ever happened. None of the persons described here has ever existed. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and is in no way meant to encourage or justify any type of illegal, unethical or unsafe behavior. Obey the law, look after yourself, and be a decent human being. Please consider making a donation to Nifty, so they can continue providing this valuable resource that brings you so much pleasure. "Lockie's Neighbourhood" is a stand-alone spin-off from a series I wrote titled "James the Porn Star". That series is on hiatus, and its ultimate fate is yet to be determined. I trust that those of you who enjoyed "James" will also enjoy "Lockie". I do enjoy hearing from readers, but I would ask that you please refrain from sending me pornographic images. Thanks. I am Australian, and I write about ordinary Australians who speak ordinary Australian English. You may, therefore, encounter Australian slang or idiom in my stories. I make no apology for that. There is also Irish slang in this story, with which I am familiar because my partner hails from the Emerald Isle. Again, I make no apology for using it. Context is your friend, as is a mind open to the lives and experiences of peoples other than your own. The vast majority of the men and boys in my stories have intact foreskins. Again, this is a reflection of real-life Australia. If you prefer hearing about circumcised penises, then you will almost certainly be disappointed with what you read here. Lockie's Neighbourhood Lachlan is a nine year-old boy who lives with his mother and younger brother on a public housing estate in Airds, a far-flung suburb of south-west Sydney. He has a good life, a life free of care and worry, like every young boy should. Airds is not a wealthy suburb, far from it, but it's quite safe for a boy (at least by day) to wander around, riding his bike between adventures. Lockie is a gregarious, hapypy lad, and is well-known around the neighbourhood. He's taller than average for his age, has a slender body, short blonde hair, and bright blue eyes that are rimmed by a triple layer of the longest, thickest golden eyelashes that you ever did see. In short, he's a pretty-boy, with a vibrant personality. Already there are girls his age in the neighbourhood who say that they're going to marry Lockie some day, but they're in for a disappointment, because even though he's only nine, Lockie already knows what he wants, and what he wants isn't girls. Two years ago, Lockie was introduced to sex by a then-twelve year old boy in the next street. Josh (whom we met in "James the Porn Star") had been having sex with men and boys for several years when he first inducted Lockie into the pleasures of the flesh. Lockie was soon hooked, and has made several pedo-porn movies with both teenage boys and grown men. It seems that Lockie has an innate ability to draw-out the latent pedo urges that reside in all red-blooded men, no matter how they identify sexually in the 'real world'. Lockie has a string of men within a five-block radius on whom he can call for sex, and having a high sex-drive; a hunger for cock, if you will; Lockie is always on the prowl. So let's join him on a fine summer's morning in January. It's 8.30, and he's just finished breakfast. Having (reluctantly!) brushed his teeth, Lockie sets out for a big day of cock-hunting. His first target lives just over the back fence, in a old garden shed that has been roughly converted into a granny-flat. The occupant of the shed is Chris, a 19yo technical college student. Chris is 6'3 and very thin. He has short brown hair, brown eyes, and although his chest and abdomen are smooth, he has very hairy legs, a hairy arse, hairy nuts, and a tight black bush from which extends the biggest cock that Lockie has ever seen. Now, it's not a monstrous, ridiculously-large porn-star cock, it's just the biggest one that Lockie has ever seen. One morning, Chris measured it for him, and it was 20cm (just under 8 inches) along the top. Like his tall, thin body, Chris' cock is tall and thin too - despite it's impressive length, it's only of average thickness. Chris is uncut, just like his brothers and all his mates. That suits Lockie just fine. Climbing through the fence between two loose palings, Lockie approaches the window of the shed and looks through. He can see Chris asleep under a sheet. He raps softly on the window and, when there is no response, raps a little harder. Chris stirs, lifts his head, an expression of annoyance on his face, his sleep-in having been disturbed. When he sees Lockie smiling at waving at him, though, the annoyance immediately departs, and a familiar tingle begins in his groin. As he gets out of bed to admit the boy, he says, "Fuck yeah!" under his breath. This is the first time he's been at home on Saturday morning for three weeks, and he's thrilled at the prospect of what is to come. Once the nine year-old is in his room, Chris locks the door, pulls the curtain, and lays back on the bed. He's already erect in his striped boxers, the large penis straining against the cotton, so exited just at the memory of Lockie's previous visits, and in expectation of the pleasures to come. Lockie sits on the side of the bed, looking directly at the young man's bulging crotch, reaches out and squeezes along the length of the long, thin boner with his right hand, then asks Chris, "Are you gunna take your boxers off?". Chris answers him by raising his hips and kicking the shorts to the floor. Lockie looks at the big donger standing in the air before him. "I've missed you!", he tells the penis, and reaches out to take a hold of it, stroking the shaft, causing the overhanging foreskin to slide up and down over the wet glans. Chris closes his eyes and moans, "Awwwwww yeahhhh!" "Can I suck it?" the little boy asks. "If you wanna!" Chris answers him with a smile. "Can you sit on the side?" the boy enquires, and he stands up from the king-single sized bed. "OK," the young man answers, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs apart, arms stretched-out behind him. Lockie kneels on the carpet between Chris' legs, as if in preparation for prayer. Wrapping his hands around Chris' shaft, he retracts the teen's foreskin as he opens his mouth, and engulfs the bullet-shaped glans in one gulp. "Awwwwww shiiiiiiiit!", Chris moan, as Lockie's little tongue begins doing alternating 360s around his exposed cock-knob, while he simultaneously sucks gently and counter-rotates his small hands as he wanks them up and down the shaft. Chris had his first head-job when he was fourteen, and he's had a lot of them from girls and women, but none has ever been even close to the intensity with which his nine year-old neighbour-boy does it. It's so good! The child has his eyes closed, a look of blissful concentration on his face; the sucking noises of his mouth and the high-pitched whimpers from his larynx announce that he's not only good giving head, but he loves doing it too. Chris isn't going to last long. He knows it, and his cocksucker knows it. Lockie also knows that Chris will be good for two loads in quick succession, so when he tastes the change in the cock that portends the arrival of the jizz, the little boy slides one hand down to manipulate the compact, hairy scrotum as he continues to wank the shaft and bob around on the head. Chris announces, "I'm gunna cum in a sec, mate!", and Lockie moans loudly in encouragement. The young man emits a short series of "Uh! Uh! Uh!" noises, then exhales noisily as his semen begans to spurt into the preteen's mouth. Lockie moans again in delight, savouring the sweet tang of the teen's jizz, and delighting in the pressure with which it squirts onto his tongue. Chris lays back on the bed, and Lockie releases his penis as he does so. The little boy remains on his knees - he's been to this rodeo before, and he knows that Chris won't take long to recover. Sure enough, less than a minute later, the young man sits up again, his penis still 90% erect, and tells the preteen blonde, "I can make some more cum for ya, if ya wannit". The boy nods enthusiastically, and takes hold of the penis again. Lockie takes his time on the second round, teasing the foreskin, then licking and sucking the man's balls, until Chris strokes his face and tells him, "Alright mate, get back up on the head now." The boy does as he is told, and 19yo wiggles around on the bed, sighing and moaning and making soft grunting noises as the little boy gives head like there's no tomorrow. It takes less than three minutes (which Lockie thinks is fast, even for Chris) before the sucking mouth is flooded with jets of teen jizz once more. Chris isn't the most verbal or affectionate of the men whom Lockie services on a regular basis, but his cum is sweet and plentiful. The teen collapses back on the bed again and pulls the sheet, covering himself. "Thanks, mate!" he whispers, tousling Lockie's hair, then returns to complete his interrupted sleep-in. Lockie lets himself out. He does like a cuddle, but he knows that Chris isn't really the cuddling kind, and that's OK. He climbs back through the fence, then gets on his bike to ride the two blocks to see his friend Michael. Lockie arrives at the house and yes, Michael's motorcycle is in the drive, and so is the family car. Michael lives with his wife, Emma, and their twin daughters, who are 18 months old now. Emma lets Lockie into the house, and he plays with the toddlers for a few minutes, before asking, "Is Michael out the back?". Emma answers that he is, in his "man cave". Emma thinks that Lockie's friendship with her husband is very cute, and good for both the fatherless boy and her husband, who adores his little daughters but, like every man, would also love a son. The door of the sheet-metal shed is slightly open, and Michael is inside tinkering. He's 34, about 5'10, and fit. Not in a gym-junkie way, but a naturally athletic way. Michael has short, light-brown hair and dark brown eyes. He's one-quarter Italian, so although he looks caucasian, he tans beautifully during the summer. He's barefoot, and wearing khaki work-shorts with a blue wife-beater. The shed has a work-bench, storage, a two-seater sofa-bed, and Michael's pride and joy - the air-conditioner. His mates are so jealous of his air-conditioned man-cave, and they enjoy watching the cricket there in cool comfort on the hot, humid afternoons of a Sydney summer. "Hi, Michael!", Lockie announces himself. Michael turns, and immediately a huge smile appears on his face. The man is clearly very fond of the lad, and returns his greeting, before showing him the latest project that he's working on. Lockie is very happy that Michael takes an interest in him. The man continues to talk, and the boy puts his arm around the tanned, muscular leg. Michael immediately gets the direction in which this is heading, but with Emma in the house he daren't risk anything yet, but all is not lost - she'll be going out soon. Lockie is disappointed, but still pleased to just be spending time with Michael. Half an hour later, Emma comes down to the man-cave and announces that she's going to her mother's house with the twins for a few hours. Michael kisses her goodbye, and as soon as the car is down the street he secures the house, then returns to Lockie. The little boy is waiting on the couch. Michael looks at him, and the boy announces, "I really like coming to visit you, Michael" "I like it too, mate", Michael replies, sitting beside the boy, who immediately climbs into his lap and nuzzles his face in the man's neck. Michael puts his arms around the slender body, pulls him in tight and says, "You sure are a pretty little boy, Lachlan". Lockie blushes. He's not usually the blushing type, but there's something about Michael that makes him feel all gooey inside, something about the passion in his voice and the intensity of those dark, dark eyes. "I want to make love to you, beautiful Lachlan. Can I make love to you?" Lockie feels like his head will explode and his body will melt at the same time. It's a feeling of total submission to the masculine power of the handsome man who isn't so much asking to make love to him, but informing the boy of his intentions. They both stand, and Michael unfolds the couch to make a double bed. "Lie down, cutie-boy", the man directs him. Lockie crawls into the middle of the mattress and looks up Michael, who takes off his wife-beater, then drops his shorts, revealing a pair of bright red Bonds boxer-briefs, the type that has the black elastic with "BONDS" embroidered on it in white. Lockie looks at Michaels smooth, athletic body; the man is already erect, and has a small wet-patch on the end of his boner-bulge. He lays next to Lockie and kisses his mouth, lifting off the boy's shirt and kissing all over his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, then pulling off the boy's shorts and and underpants, kissing down to his crotch, sucking the uncut boy-boner, licking and sucking his scrotum, before lifting the boy's legs and licking up and down his crack, around and around the little pink bung, sliding the middle finger of his right hand up inside the slender body. The man's mouth returns to Lockie's penis, which he sucks intently as he fingers the boy's arse with his right hand and alternates between the small, pink nipples with his left. All the while he studies the boy's facial expressions, making sure that he is giving the nine year-old as much pleasure as possible. Lockie was the boy who first seduced him into the world of pedo, the wonderful world of sex with between grown men and little men, and he has never so aroused as he is when he makes love to the gorgeous boy-child. Lockie falls into orgasm, his penis twitching and spasming in Michael's mouth, his sphincter gripping and releasing the probing finger, the tiny body trembling as the boy makes little squeaks and whimpers. Michael releases the boy's penis, removes his finger, and lays down next to the quivering post-orgasmic preteen, who buries his face into the man's chest, head on his bicep. Michael holds him close, kisses the top of his head. As the boy recovers, he looks up at the man. They kiss, tenderly and passionately, tongues gently exploring each-other's mouths. Lockie's hand reaches down and finds Michael's erect penis, still encased in the red cotton/lycra blend material. "What's this?" the boy enquires, giggling. "What do you reckon?" Michael replies playfully. "I'm not sure," Lockie says, squeezing along the length of the erection, "but it's very hard. Can I see?" "That's a great idea, mate. Check it out for yourself!". With that, Michael rolls onto his back, and Lachlan pulls off his boxer-briefs. "Oh, I thought so!", the boy exclaims, "It's your cock!". He reaches out and takes hold of Michael's dick by the base with his index finger and thumb, before he waves it gently from side to side, up and down, singing a little song as he does so, "Stiffy, stiffy; stiffy, stiffy; stiffy stiffy!" Michael is delighted. The childish glee with which the little boy plays with his erection is charming, and fantastically arousing. His penis is just under six inches long, and moderately thick. He is uncut, but his foreskin retracts completely as he becomes erect, and the only sign that he didn't go to the Circumstraint is when Lockie takes his penis in his fist and wanks it up and down, bunching the retracted prepuce up over the glans before releasing it again. Michael shaves, and he only shaved last night. His entire crotch is baby-smooth. Lockie has had enough foreplay. He needs cock. He takes Michael's cock-head in his mouth and applies suction to the organ as he rubs his tongue on the man's frenulum. He watches Michael's face as he slowly, affectinately fellates the sensitive glans. Michael has never had a head-job like the ones that this boy gives. Never, ever. Not from his wife, or any girlfriend or chick he picked-up in a bar, not even from his gay mate Ben that night when they were both drunk and things got silly. No, this is something special, he can feel it; oh, God, how he can feel it! The boy instinctively knows what to do, how to move his tongue around and suck at the same time, then swallowing down three-quarters of the length and using his throat muscles to work the whole of the length that's in his mouth. The boy watches the man intently, gauging his reactions, examining his facial expressions with great care to ensure that he's pleasing this handsome, sexy man who's so nice to him, and has such a yummy cock too. Michael's facial expressions are those of a man in a state of bliss. The boy removes his mouth from the glans, licks around it like a lollipop, before kissing down to the smooth scrotum, licking and sucking on the testicles within, then sliding back up to the glans and going back to giving head. Michael strokes his pretty face, and whispers sweetly to him, "Hmmm baby boy, a baby boy who loves cock, loves to get my cock in his mouth and give me head. Mmm mm, cutie, you give lovely head. Give me head, darling boy, give head to the pedophile cock." Michael would never have thought of himself as a pedophile even just a year ago, but Lachlan had changed all that. He was now a hard-core pedo for preteen boys, thanks to the preteen boy who was currently tongueing the knob of his dong. "I'm going to cum soon, little darling. Are you going to eat it all up?" Lockie moans in reply, and sucks even harder. Michael holds onto his head gently with both hands, calls out, "Lachlan!", before his eyes roll right back as he ejaculates rapid-fire jets of semen into the boy's mouth. Lockie swallows as he tries to keep breathing and sucking at the same time; he coughs, and a dollop of cum flies out of his left nostril and onto Michael's smooth pubic area. He keeps gently sucking until Michael indicates that he's had enough, and then once he has released the knob from his mouth, he licks up the spillage and swallows that down too. Michael is panting softly. Lockie crawls up to him and lays is slender body on top of Michael, wraps his arms around the gorgeous boy who has swallowed his load. They cuddle for just a few minutes when a text lands on Michael's phone. It's his wife, and she's coming back early because her mother was feeling unwell. Michael sighs, feeling slightly put-out because his time with this precious little boy has been effectively halved. He really wanted to put a load of his pedo cum right up Lockie's bottom today, but now that wasn't going to happen. "Sorry mate, but we have to get dressed again. Emma is coming back right now", Michael says softly. "Awwwwwwww!" Lockie rubs his face onto the man's smooth chest. "I know, I'm sorry. But Emma is going away with her sister for an entire weekend next month, and taking the girls, so we can spend the whole two days together making love. Would you like that?" Lockie likes that idea a lot. The man and his preteen lover dress, and fold the sofa-bed in on itself again. "Do I smell like cum?" Michael asks the boy, who sniffs his crotch and the lower part of his chest. "No, you just smell really yummy", Lockie replies, to which Michael responds by giving him a kiss on the top of his head. Lockie looks at the clock on the wall. It's 11.30, and he's already taken three loads of white-stuff. He'd really like to spend the entire day here with Michael. He sometimes wishes that Michael was his daddy, so they could do stuff together all day, including sexy stuff. Lockie decides to go home and check-in with his mother. Not that she's worried about his safety, it's just that little boys love their mums. Lockie rides back to his house, gives his mum a big cuddle, then plays with his younger brother Callum until their mother calls them for lunch. After lunch, Lockie decides to go and visit Matt, who lives four blocks away. Matt is 24, and a bit of a party-boy. As Lockie walks his bike around to the back of the house, he can hear electronic dance music playing inside. Matt has clearly been out all night, and although it's now almost 1.00pm, it doesn't sound like there's any chance of the party ending anytime soon. Lockie walks up the back stairs and knocks loudly on the door. There's no answer, so he knocks again, even louder. And then again, a third time, louder still. Finally the curtain over the glass panel in the door retracts a little, and Lockie sees Matt's face peeking to see who it is. Lockie gives him his cutest smile, and Matt smiles back, before opening the door. "Heyyy! Lockie! How you doing, mate?" Matt enquires. "I'm good!", replies Lockie, "I was riding past and I thought I'd see if you were home". That was a lie. This visit was no coincidence. "Well then, you'd better come on in!". Matt steps aside and Lockie enters the dimly-lit house. The music is even louder in here, and Lockie can detect a strange odour that he's never smelled before. "Are you here on your own?", the little boy asks. "No, my mate Eamon is here," the young man replies, "but don't worry, he's cool". "OK!", the little boy replies excitedly, following Matt through to the living room. Matt turns down the volume of the music, then introduces Lockie to Eamon, who gives him a big smile and says, "Hello, young Lockie". Lockie notices that Eamon doesn't have an Australian accent, and asks him which country he's from. "Ireland!", answers Eamon, "Do ye know where that is?" The little boy shakes his head, and Eamon laughs. "Don't ye be worrying about that, lad". Lockie looks Eamon over. He's very nice looking, Lockie decides; around about the same age as Matt, but probably shorter than Matt's 6'1 and more solidly built, although not what you'd call fat. In contrast to Matt's light brown hair, Eamon's is pitch black, and he has blue eyes, unlike Matt's dark brown ones. At least, the small rim of colour around Eamon's hugely dilated pupils is blue. Lockie has never seen such big pupils. He sits next to Matt, and notices that his pupils are wide as well. "Why are your eyes like that?", he asks the man. Eamon roars with laughter. "Because we took some medicine to help up stay awake all night", Matt replies, "and it makes your pupils get bigger. We just took some more an hour ago, so it's really working well now". Matt's hands are up inside Lockie's shirt, stroking him affectionately. Eamon is watching them intently, squeezing his soft penis through his pants with one hand and stroking his nipple through his shirt with the other. "Can I have some?", Lockie asks Matt, which invokes another roar of laughter from both men. "No, sorry mate," Matt explains, "That's not a good idea!" "The lad might be worth a dose of the vitamin V perhaps, Matty?", Eamon enquires. "Yeah, mate. He sure is. I'll go get some". Matt leaves the room. In the meantime Eamon looks over at Lockie, and pats himself on the leg. "Why don't ye come on over and sit with Eamon for a while, young fella?" Lockie beams, steps across the room, and sits himself up on the lap of the handsome Irishman. Lockie hasn't met Eamon before, but he knows the look on the man's face; Eamon is burning with lust for the boy. Matt and Eamon first met in Thailand about two years ago. though it was only recently that the Irishman had moved out to Australia. Eamon was an avowed and accomplished boy-lover, who had extensive experience in the art of pleasuring preteens, despite his relatively young years. "Well," the man says to him, "Aren't ye just a pretty little lad then?". Lockie giggles. "Yes ye are. A very pretty little lad indeed". Eamon slides his right hand up inside Lockie's shirt, and runs his hand over the boy's chest. "So smooth and warm. Do ye like it when I touch ye like that?", Eamon asked. Lockie nods his head enthusiastically. "I bet ye do. I know ye like the men, Matt has shown me the videos of ye having sex with the men." Eamon looks at the boy as he speaks, one hand up the back of the boy's shirt, the other up the front. "Ye like the big men with the big hairy cocks, don't ye, boy?" Lockie giggles again, flirting with Eamon shamelessly. "Yes, I thought as much, a little lad who likes the big hairy cocks to put his mouth and slide up his bum, am I right?". Lockie smiles coquettishly and nods his head. Matt returns to the room. Eamon removes a hand from inside Lockie's shirt and takes a big blue pill from Matt, swallowing it with some water from a bottle which is beside him on the couch. Matt then takes a big blue pill himself. Lockie enquires as to what they are, and Matt explains that it's something they need because of the other pills they've taken, so they can please Lockie better. The little boy doesn't really understand, but he knows that he likes it when men try to please him, and decides that it can only be a good thing. Matt sits beside Eamon and picks-up the half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray. Lockie can see it's not an ordinary cigarette like his granddad smokes, this one is much thicker, and doesn't have the brown part on the end. Matt lights it, takes three big puffs and holds them in, before handing the cigarette to Eamon. Matt exhales as Eamon inhales, taking three big sucks out of the cigarette before handing it back to Matt. The men pass the cigarette back and forth until it's just a stub. The smoke smells very strange; it's the same smell that Lockie detected when Matt first opened the door. Eamon has a swig of water from his bottle, and swishes it around his mouth before asking Lockie, "How's about a kiss for Eamon then, boy?" Lockie leans in and kisses the man, whose hands are still under his t-shirt. The Irishman moans as the boy's tongue slides against his; it's been months since he's been with a preteen, and although men and boy-porn help fill the gap, there's nothing like having a real prepubescent boy to soothe his urges. The Viagra is already starting to work, and his Irish cock is stiffening under Lockie's muscular Aussie-boy bottom. "Can I have some of that too?", asks Matt, bending over to whisper in the boy's ear. Lockie breaks off from Eamon's mouth and kisses the Aussie man sensuously, passionately, like the man-hungry boy he is. Matt's cock is also stiffening in his pants, the Viagra helping him live up to the expectation that the ecstasy and the cannabis have invoked in him; he's anxious to get naked with Lockie and Eamon and have hard-core pedo sex. "Let's go to my bedroom", he announces to the still-kissing man and preteen. Eamon stands up, and Lockie wraps his legs around the man's waist and his arms around his neck as he's carried toward Matt's bedroom. "Ye'r gonna have lots of lovely, lovely sex with Eamon and Matt, is that what you want, lad?", he asks Lockie. "Yes! I want lots and lots of yummy sex!", the boy answers him, with great enthusiasm. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph", Eamon says to Matt, "the lad's on fire for the cock!" "Yeah mate, he loves cock, just you wait!" Matt's bedroom is nondescript, with a king-sized bed, a desk and a wardrobe taking up the vast majority of the available floor-space. The blinds are closed and the light is dim. Eamon puts Lockie on the bed, then removes his t-shirt. Matt also begins to undress, and in no time at all both men are completely naked. Lockie stands on the bed and strips slowly, finally removing his briefs and displaying his smooth, tanned, slender boy-bod and 2.5-inch uncut boner to the salivating, boy-hungry pedophiles. "Fuckin' hell!" The Irishman is almost trembling. Lockie sits on the side of the bed, and commands to the men to, "Give me your cocks!" They both step forward, presenting their erect members to the nine year-old stiffy-inspector. Matt's boner is just over six inches long, and stands out at a 45 degree angle to the floor; it's glans is still substantially encased in foreskin. He has light-brown pubes which have been neatly trimmed, and a smooth scrotum which contains two testes of average size. Eamon's penis stands straight out, a solid seven-incher with a mushroom-shaped head that's pushed it's way out of its foreskin as he became erect. His black pubic hairs are less disciplined than Matt's, and the Irishman's scrotum is hairy. Lockie reaches out and takes a cock in either hand, wanking them gently as the men move in closer together, arms snaking around each-other's waists. The boy slides Matt's foreskin all the way back, and compares the two cock-heads. Eamon's piss-slit seems to have a mind of it's own, opening and closing as if it's trying to speak to the little fellow. Lockie leans forward, puts his mouth around the Irishman's bulbous knob, and starts to suck. Eamon's knees tremble, and he whispers, "Oooh, fuck me!". Lockie wanks Matt's foreskin up and down over his knob as he gives Eamon head. Lockie does his best to bob on the big bell-end, his little tongue dancing around the glans, feeling it's shape, the ridge, and the slit that is still opening and closing of it's own accord. "Oh, little Lockie, suckin' on the head of me cock, ye really do love the cock, lad, I can tell!" Lockie moans and whimpers, looking up into the bright blue Irish eyes. The man strokes his face and coos softly, totally enraptured by not only the quality of the suction that's being applied to his most sensitive body-part, but also by knowing that it's an angelic nine year-old boy who's doing the sucking. Lockie removes his mouth, continuing to wank Eamon's shining boner, and asks him, "Am I being a good boy on your cock?" Eamon smiles down at him, answering that yes, he's being a very, very good boy on his cock, and suggesting that it might be time for Lockie to be a good boy on Matt's cock, too. Lachlan turns his attention to Matt, addressing the man's penis as he holds it in his hand, "Hello again, yummy cock, I've really missed you!" The little boy pushes down inside the foreskin with the tip of his tongue, probing around under the prepuce, before sliding the skin-hood all the way back to fellate the freshly-exposed glans. Matt's legs shake - it's been a while since Lockie was last over, and although he frequently wanks as he remembers the boy's cock-sucking skills, there's just no substitute for the real thing; especially after four E's in twelve hours, chased with a big joint of A-grade hydro heads. The miracle of Viagra ensures that he can maintain his erection at full mast, to match the desire that's burning in his drug-fucked brain. Lockie alternates back and forth between the men's cocks, sucking and tongueing the heads, and sending their owners to new heights of sexual pleasure. Neither man has ever been with a little boy while they've been this fucked-up, and the experience is nothing less than magical. After a while - who knows how long, really - Matt announces that he needs to lie down, and the threesome reposition themselves, with Matt at the top of the bed, Lockie on all fours, and Eamon behind the little boy. The Irishman is drawn to the tiny white bottom with it's speedo tan-line; it looks as though it might have been carved from marble or ivory by a master sculptor, with a tiny pink hole in between. Eamon leans in and starts to chow-down hungrily on the beautiful boy-bum, his tongue probing and licking, venturing down the crack to lick and suck at the boy's scrotum before kissing up to the tight starfish again, probing with his tongue once more, trying to push it into the nine year-old's body. Again, time is lost in a chemical haze. "Do ye have some lube, Matty?", Eamon asks. "In the top drawer", Matt replies, his hands on Lockie's shoulders; the boy has his head down between the man's legs, gently sucking on his testicles, left to right and back again, alternating every thirty seconds or so. Matt's penis is oozing pre-cum, which is spilling out of his foreskin overhang and onto his flat, smooth abdomen. Eamon removes a tub of Elbow Grease lube from the drawer of his friend's bedside table, before spreading the thick white cream over his bone-hard erection, and sliding his lubed-up index-finger into Lachlan's glistening butt-hole. The boy moans as the finger enters him; he pushes back on it, squeezing with the muscles of his pelvis and giving his hips a wiggle. "Fuckin' hell ye horny little fucker!", the Irishman exclaims, before sliding another finger up the preteen cock-slut's anus. Eamon has opened boys up before; he takes his time, stretching and probing, and all the while the boy fucking himself on the invading fingers, rocking back and forth; at the other end the Australian man receiving lovely head from the boy as the Irishman prepares him for an arse-fucking. "It's time for ye to be fucked, boy. Are ye ready?" Eamon enquires. Lockie disengages his mouth from Matt's cock and replies that yes, he's ready, but can Eamon please be careful, because he's got a really big cock, and Lockie is only a little boy. "Don't ye worry lad, ye'r gonna love havin' me flute right up ye'r chute". The Irishman lines-up the greasy knob of his pedophile cock with the twitching nine year-old boy-hole that he's just spent the best part of an hour preparing. Eamon pushes at the pucker, which yields with very little pressure to admit the fat cock-knob. It feels so good, and he's so out of it that his animal instinct is to grab the preteen by the hips and tear him apart, but he controls himself, and speaks softly to Lockie as he moves his hips from side to side, levering the slimy pole further into the skinny young body. "Oooh, lovely lad, ye'r so tight around me mickey, go'on now, get right back on it, gobble-up the pipe. Good boy!" Lockie is wiggling his hips around in circles and Eamon pushes more and more of his fat, greasy boy-fucker up into the lad's pelvis. Matt can see his friend's face, and the expressions he's making as he enters Lachlan's rectum are extremely arousing. "How's that little arse, mate?" Matt enquires. "Oh, mate, this is what heaven will be like!" replies Eamon. "An endless supply of little boys, all willing to please a man? Now that's my idea of heaven!" "Can ye imagine?"; the Irishman is now balls deep inside Lachlan "A new little boy whenever ye want, made to order, delivered to the door, and ye'r favourites too, always there waiting, joining in!" "Are you right up him now?" Matt can see a huge smile on Eamon's face as he looks down to Lockie's bottom. "Yes, mate. It's buried up me little baby boy, back where it belongs!" Matt strokes Lockie's face, which has a look of concentration on it. "Are you OK, cutie?" the Australian man asks. Lockie nods, and smiles. "It's really big, but it feels nice!", Lockie tells him. "Good boy!", says Matt, encouragingly. Eamon begins to move in and out of Lockie's lubed-up love-tunnel, withdrawing a couple of inches of shaft, then pushing it back up the hole between the two immaculately formed cheeks. It's not long before the nine year-old is comfortably accepting a solid fucking; not a hard pounding, but a good, solid bum-rooting. Matt moves out from in front of the boy and puts a pillow down under him. "Down on the pillow, mate, so Eamon can give your bum a really good pumping!" Lockie lowers himself down, his bottom up in the air, the sexy Irishman is on his knees and fists now, the man's well-lubed pipe gliding in and out of the little pink hole that has stretched wide to accommodate it. Eamon has his eyes closed, and he's talking to himself as he drills away at the preteen, "Oh, feels so good, I love bein' inside a little boy, oh it's where me cock should always be, up the arse of a cutie like you, Lachlan. Do ye like the way Eamon fucks ye'r lovely little bum?" "I do!", replies Lockie, "It feels really nice!" "Tell me what feels nice, lovely boy, what is it that feels so nice?" "Your fat hairy cock right up my BUM!" "Oh, FUCK!" Matt re-enters the room with a fresh joint, which he lights, and tokes from several times as he watches the action before him, wanking with his other hand. Eamon puts on a show for his pedo mate, showing him just how deep he can get his cock into Lockie, all the way in, and he can grind it around too. "He had an orgasm on me cock while ye were rollin' that joint, Matty", the Irishman says, with a big smile on his face. Matt kisses Lockie on the forehead and congratulates him. "It must feel really nice, huh?" "It sure does!". Lockie's facial expression is one of pure bliss. This is what he likes the most, affectionate sex with hot men who love little boys. "How about you let me have a go at that nice little bum now, you bum-hogger", Matt says, smiling. "Ok, I s'pose it's only fair, like", Eamon replies, before removing his erection from inside Lachlan's guts and stepping straight off the bed onto his feet. He looks down at his cock, which is bigger and harder than he has ever seen it before. "Look at the size of me boner, boy!", he exclaims, "Ye'r hot little hole made it grow so much!". Lockie smiles, and asks Matt if he can do a wee before the bum-fun continues. Naturally, he is permitted to go and relieve himself. During his absence, the men discuss how far they are away from cumming anytime soon because of all the ecstasy they've taken. "It still feels like fuckin' magic, though," Eamon added as Lockie reentered the room. As the boy climbs back on the bed, Matt suggests that they change positions. He opens the wardrobe and extracts a cotton blanket, which he folds-out to cover the desk. "Let's get you up here, cutie-by", Matt tells Lockie, before helping him get up on the desk, and position himself on his back. "Show me where that Irishman stuck his pedo cock in you, little boy". Lachlan raises his legs and puts his knees right back. "Can you see?" he asks Matt, "It was up there, up my bum-hole!" "And what did he put up there, mate?" Matt enquired further. "It was his cock! He stuck his big hairy pedophile cock right up my bum!" Matt positions himself between the preteen's legs, and looks down at the hole, which has been transformed by the relentless thrusting of Eamon's erect penis into a puffy, red, twitching cock-receptacle. "Like this, you mean?", Matt asks, as he pushes at the well-fucked anus, watching his own erection slide in effortlessly. As his boner hits home, an expression of serenity comes over Lockie's face, as if he's reached his personal Nirvana by once more accepting a rigid man-bone up through his starfish and deep into his prepubescent body. "Oh, yes!", Lockie moans, "Just like that!" Matt grinds and thrusts inside the boy, who grinds back against the penetrating erection, using his pelvic muscles and sphincters to suck on the rigid tool as it pumps away inside him. Lockie's legs are right up against Matt's body, and the man holds him by the ankles as he fucks the nine year-old. Time passes, it's hard for any of them to keep up. Matt announces that he's going to cum soon, and that he wants to move back to the bed. Keeping his erection inside the boy, Matt lifts Lockie up and carries him to the bed, putting him on his back. "Put your legs right up cutie, so I can pump you good!" Lokcie lifts his legs, and Matt positions his big body on top of him, resting on his knees and outstretched hands. He smacks his cock deep into the little body; not aggressively or violently, but sufficiently hard to make Lockie bite his bottom lip as his eyes roll back into his head. "It's so gooooooooooooooooooooood!", the nine year-old moans, pushing back against the six-inch uncut boy-rooter as it hits home with every thrust. "I'm gonna nut soon, boys, I'm gonna breed you up the bum with my pedo cum, Lockie. Tell me that you want my cum, little boy, I need to hear it!" Eamon is on his knees on the bed, watching the specatcle before him, wanking his greasy cock. He bends down and kisses Lockie passionately, and says to him, "Go on, boy, tell Matt that ye want his cum up ye bum. If ye wannit, ye'r gonna hav'te beg for it!" "Pleeeeease, Matty!", Lockie whines, in his cutest little boy voice, "Pleeeease shoot your white stuff right up my bottom, I want your cum right up my bum! I need it" "Oh, holy fuck, boy, you're gonna get it! HERE IT CUMS, LOCKIE! TAKE MY NUT!" "That's it mate," says Eamon, egging him on, "Breed that little boy who's begging for ye'r load!" Matt pushes his pelvis right up against Lockie and holds it there, as they boy pushes back as hard as he can. Matt lets out a long low-pitched grunt through clenched teeth, before his body begins to shake violently and his breath comes in short, sharp catches as he ejaculates into the preteen underneath him. It's a long, super-intense orgasm that's the reward of a long, super-intense fuck, and it seems to Lockie that Matt continues to grunt and snort above him for a long, long time. Eventually, the man pulls out, and collapses on the bed beside the littel boy, still panting rapidly, eyes closed, lost in a hazy world of drug-augmented afterglow. Eamon has Lockie sit up and puts a pillow behind his back, so he's propped-up with his legs open. He positions himself between the boys legs, looking down at him. "I was gonna nut up ye'r bum too, boy, but I'm gonna give ye a bath in my cum instead", Eamon tells the boy. "Yum!", Lockie exclaims, "I wanna see it squirt out everywhere!" "Oh, boy, it's gonna squirt! It's gonna squirt real good! Oh fuck, boy, here it is! Here's my CUM!" Lockie looks down at Eamon's cock-head and sees the slit open, before the first watery jet flies out at impossibly high pressure and strikes the wall behind him. Eamon lowers his aim, and continues to grunt and moan noisily as his cock spurts long, watery ropes over the boy, wetting his face, his chest, and even getting some through the boy's still-dilated anus. Eamon falls onto the bed, breathing heavily from his exertions. Matt is still panting on the other side of him, but rolls over now and puts his arms around the preteen, drawing him in close. "I just came up your bottom", Matt whispers to him, "And that dirty Irishman sprayed his load all over you. You really are a very sexy little boy, Lachlan." Lockie lays still and enjoys the warmth of the young man's body. He falls asleep for a short time, and when he awakes, Matt, he finds the man in the shower. Matt suggests that he has a quick shower to wash to semen from his body, which Lockie agrees is a good idea. The boy then dresses, before kissing the two men goodbye. "I hope you don't keep my waiting so long before your next visit", Matt tells him. "Indeed!", adds Eamon, "I'd like to see ye again real soon, cutie-boy!" "I'll come over next weekend! Bye!", Lockie tells them, walking out to the back of his house and hopping on his bike. As he sits, he realises that his bottom is very, very sore, and he rides the short distance home standing up on the pedals. He may have a sore bottom, but he's had a wonderful day of hot sex with handsome men who all had yummy cocks and made yummy cum for him. "I was starting to wonder where you were!", Lockie's mum says to him as he walks into the house, "It's almost 5.30!" "Sorry mum!", Lockie tells her. "That's OK, as long as you're safe. Did you have a fun day with your friends?" "Yes, mum!"