Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 18:05:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Nudist Boy III The farm scene in the second half of the chapter comes from a very vivid dream I had a few nights ago. The game of "catch" the shooting, the old truck, and "Cyrus" were all in the dream. I woke up hard as a rock. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ I didn't want to take the boy into my bed or even on it. Next time perhaps, if there was a next time but at least that first time I wanted to be somewhere else. I have no real explanation for that. I went into my bathroom and grabbed a hand towel then led the boy to the small love seat type of sofa that was part of the sitting area that was perched in front of the fireplace the Timothy and I began the process, each working our own raging hard cocks. It was difficult to believe that the kid had the cock that he did but there it was in plain sight for me to see. It's always interesting, not to mention hot, watching a boy love himself; at least to me. Timothy's attention was pretty much focused on his beautiful big cock. He loved it with a steady, medium pace not seeming to be in any hurry. His left hand cupped his inner thigh, his fingers caught between his legs and his heavy balls. It seemed to me that many boys and men jacked off in that manner and I wondered briefly why that was. Perhaps it was the movement or even the warmth of their balls against the backs of their fingers as was Timothy's case. The boy glanced at me just as I was glancing at him. My free hand was between my legs and gently cupped and tugged on my smooth shaved nuts. I do love balls be they mine or someone else's. "You got a really nice dick Kurt," Timothy commented, his voice deepened from the feelings of lust that were ripping through his body. "Well, that goes for you too Timothy," I replied. "I don't think I've ever seen a dick that big on a boy your age and size. He chuckled slightly. "Yeah, I hear that a lot in gym class and even at the public pool." The boys' large dark eyes closed and he gasped slightly as the feelings radiating outward from his prodigious cock shot through his young body. When his eyes re-opened he grinned. "Damn that one was strong." He continued to jack off, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the pink tinged swollen head of his cock. Everything at that end was shiny from precum and as I watched I could see even more of the stuff ooze out of his piss slit. "I love watching guys beat off," Timothy elected to say. "It's so sexy to me, why is that Kurt?" "Part of it is because of your age Timothy. Thirteen year old boys get pretty heated up over the simplest things. Also because you relate to what a guy is feeling. Besides, just being naked is typically sexy for a boy and even some men. Being naked and hard really ups the ante," I explained. The boy agreed with me. We both continued to work our cocks and I could tell that Timothy was getting closer because his little gasps and moan started to come more frequently. Our legs had fallen open and so were rubbing up against each other which didn't seem to bother the youth in the least. A moment later he announced his impending orgasm. "Oh shit Kurt I'm really close." His left hand moved and rested on my thigh so I moved my arm to allow him access. His hand was high enough up that his fingers rested against my sac. Then he surprised me. "Can I feel your balls while I cum please Kurt?" I nodded my head so he turned his hand in order to actually fondle my balls. "Gosh what great balls you have Kurt," he moaned. "The better to sperm you with my dear," I replied in my best big bad wolf voice. Timothy got the joke and chuckled. "Oohh god," he groaned. I watched him slow his stroke, keeping his foreskin retracted and a moment later a long healthy stream of young sperm shot up onto his neck and chest, mostly on his chest. His body stiffened as he shot but relaxed immediately so that he was totally relaxed when the next 3 thick jets of gooey boy goodness erupted out onto his chest and belly. The kid made quite a bit of sperm that was for sure. Timothy finally slowed his stroke and in the process went back to sliding his foreskin back and for over the now ultra-sensitive cock head. "God I love cumming," he said softly. He took his hand away and ran the fingers through his sperm then surprised me by putting them to his mouth and sucking the fingers clean. I didn't comment and neither did he and it seemed to me that act was an example of how much he trusted me. The act, plus the fact that he saw no need to explain his actions as if he might be criticized about eating his own cum added to the notion. "Are you gonna shoot now Kurt?" I nodded my head. I was ready. I returned my free hand to my balls and began working them as I worked my swollen cock and a moment later, foreskin retracted, I shot. Oh baby did I shoot. As I've said, I tend to make a lot of juice and in this case I pretty much drenched my chest and belly in sperm, 7 jets of the stuff before it started to ooze out like lava; thick sticky white lava. "Goddamn Kurt that's a lot of sperms." Of course he asked the usual question and I said that yes, I generally made that much liquid. "Gosh I don't think I could swallow all of that cum." I looked at the boy with an arched eyebrow. "Yeah, I want to try that sometime. I mean, if you're okay with it. I reached out and ruffled his thick mop of hair. "I think I could manage that," I said. "Meanwhile I have to shower; care to join me." "Sure, I could use a shower too," he said, glancing down at the now cooled cum that was beginning to run down his torso. We didn't stay long because Timothy's mother or auntie would be coming to pick him up. We did have a chance to chat a little bit and he reiterated that he would like to do this again sometime. I did have more adventures with Timothy but that's another story. Bill and Alex showed up about 4 that afternoon, the time having been determined by the invitation to dinner, but Julie wasn't with them. I was running a wide soft dust broom down the length of the hardwood floor, something I tried to do at least once a day although on any given day I had plenty of volunteers to do the job. Similar to a Karate Dojo, a Kwoon is the traditional training area for Kung Fu. Julie was not with them, which didn't come as a huge surprise to me and before I could comment, Bill volunteered, "Something came up that needed her attention just as we were getting ready to head out. I didn't have time to call and let you know," Bill said, his voice clearly apologetic. "No harm Bill. Will you and Alex still be staying for dinner?" The older man nodded his head and said, definitely. "Well let's see about getting you outfitted Alex," I said and led them to where my desk sat just inside the house proper. It had been a bedroom before I took the outside wall down and added my kwoon, the former bedroom now my office. I had also expanded its private bathroom and walk-in closet to include the shower area. I went to a built in cupboard and rummaged through a stack of uniform pants and pulled out a boys' large and handed them to Alex. The boy quickly shucked his jeans revealing a pair of AE Brazilian trunks, purple with white trim. He tugged on the pants then checked himself out in the mirror and when I asked how they fit he said perfectly. That done I pulled out a t-shirt, which is part of the official uniform. Black, it had Siu Lum Pai in small letters arced on the breast and the back was a diamond shape box with Chinese lettering inside. Situated around the sides were the icons for the 5 family styles: Tiger, Crane, Praying mantis, Snake and dragon, they too done in white. Once the shirt was on Alex went to a mirror. That done I asked his foot size then pulled out a pair of Kung Fu slippers in a clear plastic wrap. The boy got them on the walked a bit, testing them out, all the while with a grin on his smooth face. I asked him what he thought and without saying anything he melted into my arms for a quick hug then stepped back. "It's awesome Kurt, thank you." "How about if you finish the floor so Kurt and I can talk," Bill said and Alex responded immediately, grabbing the dust broom and going to work. We watched him for a brief moment. "I'm telling you Kurt, he is a boy possessed. He's wandered around the house practicing blocks and punches, spent the better part of the day in the back yard practicing whatever he learned yesterday. This is going to be very good for Alex so my first question is how much time can he spend here, without you actually taking custody I mean?" We both chuckled at that. "He could conceivable spend much of the day here Bill. It would mean a great deal of work and I'd be leery of him burning out. You also mentioned private lessons, which I can do but that could be spendy." "I don't want to say that money is no object but the fact is that statement is true. Julie and I are set for life and Alex is, well, pretty much set for life as well. His parents had huge insurance policies in each other's names as well as Alex's name if they pre-deceased him. They also owned a successful real estate brokerage and own 4 rental houses. We sold the business and kept the houses which are managed by one of my companies. Alex knows none of this. It's all in his name so he's paying the taxes, mortgages and reaping the benefits." "But that's beside the point. What I would like is for Alex to work off some of the cost of his training, or at least think that he is. That way he has some skin in the game. Of course I would still pay the full price for his lessons." I nodded my head in understanding. "He could be responsible for keeping the swoon clean," I suggested, "and the parking area. I could probably find things to do that would help me around the place." Bill nodded his head in agreement. The discussion then turned to a training and private lessons schedule. I explained the schedule and the classes that he could take as well as when I would be free for private lesson. "I have a rather specialized group, an experimental group that would be perfect for him. It's limited to boys aged 12 to 14. The purpose was to have boys in that were similar in age, weight, and emotional growth. It's a longer group; 2 to 2½ hours but the latter part is qigong breathing and meditation. There is about a dozen or so boys with varying levels of skill so he'd fit right in. It runs from about 9:30 to noon Tuesdays and Thursdays." Although it was only boys that wasn't intentional; it just worked out that way. When group was over we had a talking circle where any and all topics and questions were open for discussion. With boys that age it was always very lively and one never knew what to expect. After a little more discussion we called Alex over and explained the schedule. It seemed that the boy would be there quite a bit during the week including private lessons on Friday night. "That's going to be a lot of driving Bill," I pointed out, "But hey, I can probably bring him home once in a while. In fact let's plan on doing that tomorrow that way I can see where you live." "Or I could spend the night, especially on Friday's. I could ride up to the lake on Saturday with Kurt and maybe even come back Saturday depending on Sunday's class." "You're presuming that Kurt plans on being at the resort on Saturday's Alex." I interjected stating that in fact my Saturday schedule had been planned for that exact thing. "Actually, staying the night is easy. I've got the space and plenty of spare bedrooms so it's not out of the question." Bill nodded his head then said we could play it by ear and I agreed. "Let's go inside and eat," I suggested. Going through the bedroom door puts you into a short hallway that goes into the kitchen or to other parts of the house. The fragrance of the chili assaulted our nostrils immediately and garnered a favorable "mmmm" from Alex. As we wandered into the large and open chef's kitchen I directed them to sit at the counter while I began pulling bowls and small plates out of the cupboard. As I pulled a large pot of chili out of the oven Alex asked what the heck, referring to the old fashioned looking stove with dark shiny aubergine enamel surface. "It's called an Aga stove Alex," his grandfather informed the boy. "How do you like it Kurt?" I told him I loved it. The chili had been in the baking oven since noon and the garlic bread in the warming over for 30 minutes. The Aga, if you don't already know, is an amazing albeit expensive kitchen stove. Mine was a standard 3 oven and 2 burner model. It ran on gas and was on 24/7 so that the 3 ovens were always a preset temperature for roasting, baking and warming. The two burners on top were for boiling or simmering. They too were always on but had heavy lids that kept them covered and thus safe, the lids hinged for easy access. It was said the cold water would be boiling within 60 seconds on the large burner which could hold 2 large sauce pans or 3 of a smaller size. Check it out by cutting and pasting the following link. http://www.agaliving.com/aga-range-cookers/aga-colours. I set the chili on the countertop, the garlic bread next to it; the place settings had already been put out. I snagged a plate of fruit chunks from the fridge and asked what everyone wanted to drink then produced their drinks in glasses taken from the freezer. That intrigued Alex. "How come you freeze your glasses Kurt," the boy asked. "I like my cold drinks really cold so in summer time it keeps stuff colder longer." I had everyone dig in and in moments we were all masticating and my guests were uttering yummy sounds. Bill declared it was the best goddamned chili he'd ever eaten and Alex concurred. Talk was light and Bill opened up about himself. "I had a nice little real estate investment company that started when I graduated college. My grandfather gave me 250 shares of McDonald's as a graduation present the day it launched its IPO. He had known and worked for Ray Kroc through the early years and Ray had gifted gramps a couple thousand shares when it went public. We all know how that turned out. I kept that stock though more stock splits than I can count. Gramps was a pretty savvy business man and I got the bug from him. "With some help from him I started buying and selling property in LA, made other investments including Microsoft. I'm no Warren Buffet but I did very well. Julie did well, becoming one of the top high end real estate sales people in the area making close to figures a year for 3 years running. Still, she was happy to give it all up for Alex." I told my guests a little bit about my own life and after dinner took them on a tour of the house. Bill commented that he wished he'd had more talent with his hands but the fact was that he could barely sink a nail, admiring vastly those who could. I served up a tiramisu for dessert which, on the balance of things, tasted pretty damned good. My guests left about 7 and I relaxed by doing my forms, with weapons and without. Bill brought Alex by about 9:15 but said that he wasn't going to stay. The plan was that I'd have Alex all day and bring him home later that evening. "And stay for dinner," Bill asked me. "Julia is making a killer roast chicken." Alex jumped in with his 2 cents worth so I agreed. As Bill was gearing up to go some of the boys started drifting in, most notably one of my class leaders, Kim. A mixed race Japanese boy he was assertive, strong, cute as all hell, dedicated to the arts and sported a very nice cock for an Asian boy. I'd also bedded him on a plenty of occasions and found nothing lacking at all. How I found Kim was a somewhat bizarre but highly interesting story. Here it is. I had been in my local hardware store a couple years prior and saw a 3x5 note card that advertised firewood and general mechanic work. I was more than capable of getting my own but it was a pain in the ass so bought my firewood. It's an ofttimes sketchy proposition so unless I actually see the wood I'm leery. I asked Percy, the parts guy, who had been around since God was a kid and knew everybody. "Great wood source Kurt and Cyrus is one hell of a mechanic. Could probably fix that "Jimmy" up for you in a snap." I inherited a 1953 GMC 5 window pickup when I bought the farm, so to speak. The "Jimmy" had been my grandfather's and over the years had been relegated to "farm truck" status. The body was rust free and pretty straight but the once red paint was fade to diarrhea brown wherever it hadn't gone down to primer or in some places down to metal. The motor was 216 c.i. 6 cylinder with a 3 on the tree. It was licensed and street legal and I had plans to restore it but hadn't gotten around to it. I still kept it licensed and insured. "Cyrus is honest and fair, a hard-working man and a crackerjack mechanic but he's a country boy if you get my drift. He might be a little hard on the eyes, don't have much formal education but he knows his shit. Got a brood of boys and not a woman in sight, good boys though and every one of them can shoot the eyes out of gnat at 50 paces." I didn't see a phone number so asked how to get ahold of him. "Gotta drive over there. You know the old Lake Farm, the Simpson estate; he's out there." I knew it well; used to hunt duck and deer there when I was a boy. It was 600 acres at least and had been owned for 100 years by a family made wealthy by timber & fishing. They never lived there, only used it as a hunting lodge. The entire property was surrounded by a triple row of cedar hedging in the 1930's that was now 80-100 feet high and 10 feet thick. Even when I was a kid the barrier was impenetrable. About two thirds of the property was forest, the rest fields. A 30 acre lake, or pond if you will, sat within view of the main house and care taker's cottage. I had heard that the owners stocked it every year so they could some fishing. My grandfather had known the then caretaker and old guy by the name of Harley Lewis. He and his wife Gertie allowed a few friends to hunt and fish the property and whenever gramps and I went out hunting it was before the sun was up and I could always count on Gertie to rustle me up some pancakes and eggs and hot cocoa. So it was that drove the 15 miles on an old 2 lane country road, getting off on a dirt and gravel road that was the entry to the property. Under a canopy of forest around the first corner about 100 feet in I came to the gate. Large old brick pillars braced the road and the old wooden gate I remembered from my childhood was now a thick wrought iron behemoth that prevented entry. I saw a steel box mounted on a steel pole about window height and assumed it would be the way to communicate with the main hour. The door opened upward and I saw a speaker and call button along with a keypad. I pushed the button and waited. "Speak" a tinny voice drawled through the small speaker. I said that Percy at the hardware store referred me here to talk about firewood and maybe some mechanic work. The voice told me to turn slightly to my right which I did. "Nice looking old Jimmy," the voice drawled then rattled off a series of numbers for the keypad. The gate rolled open to the right and as I passed through I looked for the security camera but didn't see it. The road to the house was through dense forest and underbrush, the latter encroaching on the road. There was blue sky 200 feet above me and not much of that. The road ran for a ¼ mile, through 3 wide turns, widening some before it split, the right side going to the main house where the family stayed when in residence. A 2 story brick and log house that I knew contained 8 large bedrooms and as many bathrooms along with a great room with a massive stone fireplace, dining room with a table that sat 16, library and game rooms and the list goes on. The left side went to the care takers cottage which was also made of logs, was easily a 2500 square foot 4 bedroom home that appeared to have a relatively new metal roof. Off to one side and set back some were a couple of out buildings, one of which had a couple of cars parked in front of it along with another pickup. I saw a somewhat strapping teenage boy waving me over to where the cars were and as I pulled to a stop a man came out from inside the building. I got out of the truck and while 2 dogs checked me out, sticking a nose right into my crotch. I checked the man and boy out as they approached me and they seemed to do the same to me. I was wearing a pair of cargo type shorts so my bulge was quite apparent. The man, who had to be Cyrus, was wearing a pair of very old filthy greasy coveralls, the kind you saw men who did dirty work wearing. These had been cut off just below the calf, probably to prevent tangling and tripping its owner. The coveralls were unzipped a good 4 inches to reveal a t-shirt that may have been white at one time. His hair was beyond needing a cut, his face and hands were greasy and not because he was unwashed, he just did dirty work that got him dirty and greasy. The man smiled and revealed teeth that need a considerable amount of work. The boy on the other hand was fairly clean, with long blond hair and a winning smile that showed crystal white and orthodontist straight teeth. Very cute boy in my opinion. "Cyrus Lewis," the man said. "Won't shake hands, obviously," he said kindly. "This here's Trace," he said indicating the boy who pulled off a work glove and extended a clean hand which I took and received a gentle handshake. "That's a pretty clean Jimmy you got there Kurt," he said, walking around the truck, pushing against the fenders then bouncing on the back bumper a bit. "Caught a little squeak when you stopped. When was the last time you had the brakes checked?" I told him I didn't have a clue then gave him some history. He asked if he could look under the hood and I nodded my head so Cyrus popped it and looked around, doing what mechanics do by poking and prodding and nosing about. Then he stopped and looked at me somewhat quizzically. "Whose yer grandpappy?" When I told him Cyrus nodded his head. "Old Harley was my pappy. I'm pretty sure that I saw you here once or twice when you were young'un; younger than Trace is now. Wore a crew cut," he added and I nodded my head, a little bit shocked. He didn't dwell on it but moved on to wood, how much did I think I wanted and when. Before I could answer we were interrupted. "Can we shoot now Cyrus," a boy who had come from around the side of building asked. A naked boy I might. About 13 years old judging from his size and I don't mean just his overall body size. The boy had a nice cock sprouting from his body; maybe 5 inches or so and uncut, the head poking out just a little bit from under its fleshy hat. He had a smattering of blond hair at the base of it, the color slightly darker than what was on his head. The nuts below his boyhood pride and joy were healthy enough, totally smooth and at full hang due to the high 70 degree weather. The boy carried a somewhat battered 22 and open sighted rifle in his hand, a clip jutting from under the breech. He was joined almost immediately by another 3 boys ranging from approximately 8 or 9 to 14 years old, not a one of them clothed, all of them were uncut, all but 1were blonde and cute, clearly brothers or cousins. Except for the Asian kid who appeared to be about 12 years old. Nicely hung for an Asian, or in this case probably mixed Asian boy and just as cute. His light brown cock was a chubby one that was close in length to the oldest blonde boy, Tosh. Not a single one of them appeared the least bit concerned about being naked in front of a stranger and in fact it seemed as if they were checking me out. "This is my boy Tosh," Cyrus said by way of introduction. The boy was totally unabashed about being naked in front of a strange man, in fact it felt like he checked me out. I extended my hand while giving him my name. Cyrus nodded his head and a moment later one of the boys clanged a large brass triangle mounted on the side of the building. "This is to let everyone know we're shooting and come here immediately," Cyrus said. To Tosh he asked, "Prone, standing or sitting." "Prone Cyrus," he responded. A moment later 3 more boys came around the corner, all naked, all blonde and all with cocks that were full on hard or softening. The oldest looked to be 14 or so, close to 7 inches of cock jutting out from a flat pubic bone that had an age appropriate nest of light black pubic hair. His cock head was peeking out from underneath his foreskin and silvery strand of sperm was hanging off the piss slit and a healthy set of totally smooth balls hung below, swinging slightly as he walked. Of the other 2 boys one looked to be 12 or 13 and the last one maybe 9 or 10. The youngest boy was smooth as billiard ball while with the middle boy I could see some wisps of hair poking out around a solid 5 inches of raging boy boner. Again, there didn't seem to be the slightest bit of concern about standing naked and hard in front of a stranger. Nor did Cyrus give them more than a second glance except to ask where Josie was. "He'll be here right shortly Cyrus," the oldest of the hard boys said. "He's walking a little slow." That told me as much as I needed to know. With the exception of Trace, we all moved en masse around to the back of the building and with me in the back I got to ogle some really hot boy butts. Cyrus introduced me to the boys as we walked and once we were behind the building we stopped and were in a sort of alleyway. About 150 feet away was a 10 foot tall by 15 feet wide dirt berm, on our right side was the back side of the building which was easily 75 feet long. Fifteen feet to our left side were 3 rows of neatly stacked firewood running parallel to the building. The wood was probably 5 feet high and a good 50 feet long. At the end where we stood was a movable shooting stand and on the ground was laid a large piece of canvas. It was a perfect shooting range. "Harley, go set the set the sighting target then you can set the fern after Tosh gets sighted in." The 14 year old Harley and a younger boy, Jonah, took off at a trot heading down the other side of the wood pile. "Get into position Tosh," Cyrus told him. About that time a young boy came from the other direction and indeed he was walking a little slow. A cute little thing he appeared to be the youngest of the boy crew. His cocklet was completely softened and shrunk. Cyrus introduced him as Josiah, Josie for short. Tosh set the rifle down then he too got down onto the canvas on his belly then cocked his left knee up then adjusted his body a little more. The view from where I stood was amazing, one of my favorite. His boy butt was opened slightly, his puckered hole barely hidden and his smooth teenage balls resting in a puddle of skin on the canvas. A moment later Harlety set a target on a stand in the center of the alleyway and only when he stepped back out of sight did Tosh pick up the rifle. After a moment of adjusting himself he called out, "Ready." Over the next minute Tosh shot 4 rounds into the target and after each shot Harley called out "center" indicating a bullseye shot. "I know the view from here is outstanding," Cyrus said to me, "but you might want to consider being where Harley and Jonah are." I got the meaning but also the suggestion. When I got to the boys I crouched down between the two cuties behind the wood and less than 10 feet from the target. The target was one of those single stem ferns that, as kids, we threw like spears. It had been stuck in a plastic milk bottle filled with water and a cloth in the neck around the stem for stability. I heard Tosh call out "ready". A shot was fired and a single frond fell away from the fern stem. My jaw was still hanging open when the next shot sounded and another front was torn off. At that Jonah put his hand on my bare thigh and squeezed slightly. I looked down at him and the boy shot me a big grin. I could see his other hand busy between his thighs fondling himself. My gaze returned to the fern as another shot rang out and another front fell. As we watched Jonah's hand moved higher on my thigh and I could feel my cock start to thicken in response. Then Harley's hand went to my other thigh. "Watch," the teen said, his voice moving into the deeper voice of adolescence. His hand stayed where it was. A shot rang out and the tip of a frond fell, a second followed almost immediately and more of the same frond got blown away, a 3rd and then a 4th shot tore away more of the same frond and a 5th shot took the rest of it, all in less than 20 seconds. Percy hadn't been kidding when he said the boys could shoot the eyes out of a gnat at 50 paces. As few more shots rang out and a moment later the only thing left was the stem of the fern. Cyrus called out "clear" and the boys stood up. Glancing down I saw that Jonah was fully hard again. "I can't help it," he with a smile, "I hope you don't mind." I shook my head. "Not at all," I told him. "Didn't think so," he said then patted me on the ass then took my hand me out into the shooting range where Harley was already standing. Up close I saw the stubs of the shot off fronds and couldn't see a single mark on the stem. Harley pulled the stem from the milk bottle and tossed it to the side. set the bottle behind the wood pile and we headed back up to where everyone else was gathered. Tosh had gotten up and was standing there with the rifle pointed at the ground, his cock full hard and standing tall. "What'd ya think of that Kurt," Cyrus asked. "Amazing," I said. Cyrus grinned and asked me if that included the shooting. Not to be out done I said, "That too." Cyrus directed Tosh to go clean the rifle although I suspected that the boy already knew what was required of him. He told Jonah and Lyle to go with him. "Let's talk about your truck Kurt," he said to me. Tosh wandered off, the other boys milled about and as Cyrus and walked and talked I could hear the boys whispering to each other and then some giggling. Cyrus said that he could "fix `er up almost like new" if I wanted and when I asked what it would cost he waved his hand indicating that was of no consequences. He called Josie over to him and had the boy bend over then checked out Josie's asshole. "Got any plans for the next couple hours?" Mind you he asked that without taking his eyes from the little guys' hole. I shook my head and said no. At that point Trace handed him a jar of something which Cyrus ran a finger through then wiped it around Josie's asshole. Cyrus suggested I let him take a quick go through to see what was what which would give him a good idea about cost. It seemed like a good idea although I didn't particularly relish just standing around for that long. "There you go Josie, you'll be good as new in a couple days," the man said, giving the boy a playful slap on his deliciously little boy butt. Josie stood and turned. "Thanks Cyrus," he said, extending his arms. Cyrus picked the boy up and they kissed, mouth to mouth for a little longer than necessary, Josie's arms around the man's neck while Cyrus rubbed and kneaded Josie's butt. "We're gonna go play catch Cyrus," Harley said as Cyrus put the little boy down. "You can play with us Kurt," Kim suggested. Lester and Theron both offered their encouragement. "Good idea Kurt; play catch with the boys, unless you want to stand around and be useless." He said it with a grin. "I have to warn you though that they cheat and they'll mob you. And just remember this; no or stop means exactly that." Cyrus look at the boy crew. "Ain't that right boys?" The seriousness of the statement was not lost and as one voice they all said, "Yes Cyrus." They had likely been through that a few times. "Have fun," he said then started work on the truck, instructing Trace to toss a jack under the A-frame and "Git `er up off the ground. "Come on Kurt, Lester said. I figured what the hell and off we went off across the open parking area and around another outbuilding, this one more of a lean-to type of shed, and through a gate. Some 30 yards away I could see a small corral, a pen if you will, about 15-20 feet in circumference. "So, the game of catch isn't like you think," Harley started to tell me. "But you gotta be naked just like us," Theron said. "True," Harley interjected. He went on to explain that they would be in teams and they would throw balls at each other like dodge ball. Each team got 3 balls to work with and the first team that got hit 10 times was the loser. "Unless someone on either team catches a ball then that team wins," the teen explained, going on to say that a bounced catch didn't count. "And the losers have to do whatever the winner wants but it can't be like trying to hurt someone." "Unless it's getting fucked up the butt," Lyle said. "But that won't happen unless a team loses 3 times in a row," Harley corrected and even then fucking is only if the winning team chooses that, it could be something else. "Like getting a sperm bath or something," Lester said. "Wait for us," Tosh called out as we got to the pen. We turned to see the marksman along with the 2 other boys trotting toward us. I took in what Harley was saying and was very clear about where it was headed. Further, given what Cyrus had said, he was well aware of the direction that things were going to go. I didn't have much of a problem with any of that and began to take my clothes off. "You're that karate guy aren't you," Kim asked me. I nodded my head as I kicked my sandals off. "Kung Fu," I said correcting the Asian boy. The rest of the boy crew were standing around watching me undress, the younger ones fondling their genitals. My shirt was off and draped on the top rung of the pen when I slipped my shorts off, my briefs along with them. "Nice cock Kurt," Tosh and Harley both said at the same time. "And so smooth." Both teens groped at their own boy parts. I heard someone else comment that I was bigger than Cyrus and Trace. "A couple of my friends have taken lessons from you," Kim went on then mentioned two names, both of which I recognized. "You teach that cool fighting stuff," Tosh asked and I nodded my head, choosing not to say that there was much more to it than that. Kim said that he'd like to show me some moves that he had picked up and tell him what I thought. Harley told Josie and Lyle that they would pick the teams since they were the smallest of the boy crew. They then did a round of rock paper scissors to see who would go first and Lyle won. I would have thought that the boy would have picked me first, being the biggest but he picked Harley and of course I went next. We ended up with Tosh, Kim and Theron on my team and the game began, each team having 3 balls to work with. Needless to say the balls were aimed below the waist and our team making 4 hits almost immediately but they rallied and got us 4 times. Then Josie fired off a ball that Lester snagged in a flying leap that ended that round. We gathered in the middle of the pen where our opponents huddled, discussing our fate. "Well, you guys gotta suck our cocks," Harley informed us. That wasn't any kind of a surprise to me. How they did it was my team was on our knees, oldest to youngest and the other team stood in front of us in the same order. We would suck the boys' cock for a slow count of 30 then my boy would go to the end of the line and the others move forward until all of the winning team cocks had been sucked by everyone on our team. By virtue of the order I was kneeling in front of Harley. Needless to say I was reluctant, despite the temptation since the boy was boning up. When I told him I had a concern Harley asked me why. I explained that when I first saw him he was half hard, sperm was dripping off his cock and he mentioned that Josie was following behind walking slow. I assumed that Harley had fucked the little boy and I had no idea how clean the cock was or the asshole had been. I was aware that little boys' hygiene wasn't the most thorough on the best of days. The teen chuckled and said, "No, I didn't fuck him, at least not in his ass. I cummed in his mouth while he got fucked by Bubba our black Rottweiler. Josie was walking slow cuz Bubba knotted him. We had to pull bubba out before the knot went all the way down because when the bell goes off we have to come right then and there, no excuses." There wasn't much to say about that so I just pulled the teens cock down and put it in my mouth and got to sucking him. I gently stroked his cock and tugged on his plump balls while I sucked him, causing him to stretch out to almost 7 thick inches. Harley's hands were at the sides of my head and he gently fucked my mouth. I could taste the residue of his sperm and was just getting into it when he called time. The row moved and Lester was next for me. The boy was fully hardened, a good 5 inches of uncut cock standing before my eyes, its swollen head tinged red from trapped blood. I could make out a very sparse bit of hairs trying to grow at the base of it. His balls hung nicely, one lower than the other in a pale hairless bag. Like I had done to Harley, I took the boy into my mouth and went to town. I put one hand on a butt cheek and the other cupped his balls which garnered a soft moan from him. Time ran out and the boys swapped and now I had Jonah. The kid was a darling cute boy and like the rest, blonde and slender. The kid was sporting a healthy cock for a preteen, not much smaller than Lester's. Of course there wasn't a hair in sight. I took the boy into my mouth and as I did he mumbled, "Play with butt Kurt." As much as I wanted to play with his balls, I acquiesced and put both hands on the boys' small rounded butt and kneaded the flesh, pulling the cheeks apart and airing his hole. Jonah had the almost sweet fragrance that is common with preteen boys and I reveled in the smells. Needless to say it was over too soon. Instead of moving right away Jonah dropped to my level and planted his mouth against mine for a quick kiss. "I want you to fuck me Kurt," he said quickly then stood and moved down the line. Last was little Josie. With him I could take his boner and his marble sized balls all in my mouth at once and I did so, using my tongue to explore it all. I stopped after a moment and just suckled the little boy which earned me plenty of moaning. When it was done the boys all wanted to trade places so we did and I got my cock sucked by the other 4 boys. I have to say that all of them, including Josie, knew how to suck cock, all of them able to take almost if not all of my cock deep into their throats. I got my butt felt on by one boy and my balls tugged on by another. Lester peeled my butt cheeks open and ran a finger across my hole while he sucked me and when he was done the boy stood, kissed me, and said he wanted to eat my asshole. "Ready for another game," Harley asked the group. "Fuck the game," Lyle said, "Let's just fuck." There was no argument there. AUTHORS NOTE: I will continue this part of the story in the next chapter afterI get the story back on track. The boy crew: Trace-15 Harley-14 Tosh-13 Lester-12 Kim-12 Jonah-11 Theron-10 Lyle-9 Josie-8 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO MAKE A MONETARY CONTRIBUTION TO NIFTY. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html