Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 07:31:05 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Old Man Brown 08 by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal) The following story contains sexual scenes involving young males and an older male. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions, or encourage similar actions by others. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to: Justin 0398@gmail.com Old Man Brown By Justin Davis Chapter Eight "Did it hurt real bad?" Mike Blake asked his friend, Robert Jackson. "Not too much," Robert replied. "Did you cry?" Mike asked. "Uh, yeah, a little bit both times," Robert replied. "Gosh! I just couldn't do it," Mike said. "Oh, it ain't that bad!" Robert said. "What's he paying for sucking him?" Mike asked. "Still the same, thirty dollars," Robert replied. "I wish he'd pay more than that. I think I could do that," Mike said. "Oh? How come?" Robert asked. "Well, I done yah and you done me how many times now?" Mike asked. "Uh, maybe six or seven," Robert replied. "You wanna ride over to the game room?" Mike asked. "Yeah!" Robert responded. As the two peddled off on their bikes, Robert on his brand new one and Mike on his old rusty one, Robert thought he might have an idea of how to help Mike get a new bike. But, he'd wait to talk to him about it another time. Meanwhile, miles down the road at the Jupiter Bike Shop, another discussion about bikes was being had. "So, you got any money saved?" Frank Larson, the owner of the bike shop, asked the spidery kid with the blonde curls who was examining the bike. "Uh, two hundred dollars," Kevin Lawrence replied. "I see. You earn the money working for Mr. Brown?" Frank Larson asked. "Uh, yeah!" Kevin responded. "I see. Well, that's the last one of those I got right now. Some guy is supposed to be in this afternoon and buy it for his son," the man said. "Oh gosh! When you gonna get some more?" Kevin asked. "Should have about four or five in some time at the end of next month." Next month! Oh gosh!" Kevin exclaimed. "Well, you better go see if you can't do some more work for Mr. Brown this morning, then," the man said. "I can't! He's out of town on vacation," the boy replied in a glum tone. "I see. Well, maybe we can work something out." "Wadda yah mean?" Kevin asked. "Well, if you do the same kind of work for me as you do for Mr. Brown I'll sell you the bike for two hundred," Frank Larson said, and smiled, knowing full well how Kevin had earned the money. For a moment, Kevin just stared at the man, realizing that he knew how he had earned the money. Then, he started shaking his head. "Oh no! I'm goin home!" Kevin said, and turned to leave the shop. "Suit yourself kid! It won't be here after this afternoon. You can ride off on it this morning and leave your old one here," the man said, causing Kevin, who had his hand on the door knob, to pause and turn and look at the man. "You know how I got the money don't you?" Kevin asked. "Yep!" Frank Larson replied and smiled. "You want to put your dick in my butt don't you?" "Kid, with that cute butt you got, you bet I do!" For a moment, Kevin stood and looked at the man. Then, he let go of the doorknob and walked back toward where the man stood. "Two hundred dollars, right?" Kevin asked. "Two hundred!" "I'll do it," Kevin said. In a matter of minutes, Kevin was naked with his upper torso leaning over upon one of the workbenches in the back of the bike shop with his legs spread wide waiting. He had moaned when he saw the man's flaccid, circumcised, cock, for although not as long a Mr. Brown's it was just as thick. "Damn you got a nice, firm, butt, kid! I'm sure gonna enjoy this," the man said, as he worked the lube over his now hard cock and moved in behind where Kevin stood, his crack splayed wide open making his pucker an easy target. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww----Arrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Kevin hollered, as the head of the man's cock popped roughly into his bottom. Unfortunately, it wasn't Jacob Brown fucking Kevin this time and there was no slow entry of the man's fat, seven-inch, tube into his fanny. Kevin reared his head back and howled at the ceiling like a coyote as the whole thing swiftly got fucked into his bottom. Then, he laid his head upon the work bench and started to cry as the man grabbed a hard hold on his hips and began to fuck him, not only because he was being rough but because he was giving up his fanny once again for the bike. But, in less than a half hour's time, albeit with a sore hole leaking sperm into the crotch of his shorts, a much happier Kevin was riding off on his brand new bike, leaving behind a very satisfied Frank Larson who was always happy to strike a bargain with one of Jacob's fuck boys. Especially, if they had a cute, tight, butt like Kevin's. Of course, as one might expect, David Franklin, owner of Space Center Sporting Goods, often made similar arrangements when one of Jacob's boys came in to buy a Starter Jacket. Naturally, it depended on what the boy had been doing with Jacob to earn the money, and for David half the pleasure was getting the kid to admit it. Unlike Frank Larson, who never struck a deal unless he was sure the boy had been getting his butt fucked to earn the cash, David didn't care whether it was a suck or a fuck that drained his balls, although he made a better deal if it was a fuck. Such had been the case the previous week with fourteen-year-old Bobby Brown. The freckle-faced red head had had is eye on an Atlanta Braves Starter Jacket for some time and had finally earned enough money from Old Man Brown to buy it. So, he had rushed to the store as soon as he had earned the last bit of cash. "So, you been working for Jacob Brown to earn the money for the jacket?" David asked. "Uh, yeah," the boy replied, trying the jacket on. "Fits good on yah!" David commented. "Yeah! Perfect!" "So, what were you doing for Mr. Brown?" David asked, knowing full well that it hadn't been yard work. "Uh, just stuff," the kid replied. "I see! So, I take it you got the 295 dollars?" "Yeah! Right here!" Bobby replied, removing the cash from the pocket of his jeans and showing it to the man. "Tell yah what. You're a cute kid. Maybe you could do some work for me and I'll give you a deal on the jacket." "Uh, what kind of work?" Bobby asked. "Why, the same kind of work you do for Mr. Brown!" Of course, Bobby was stunned speechless for a moment by what the man said. "Uh, I think I'll just pay the whole thing," he said, holding out the wad of bills to the man. "Not so fast! Think about it, kid. I'll sell it to yah for one hundred and fifty, tax included. You can keep the rest of what you've got and put it in your pocket." "Wadda I gotta do?" Bobby replied. "Well it all depends. You been sucking, gettin fucked, or both?" the man asked. "Uh, just sucking," Bobby replied in a low tone, his eyes cast down at the floor. "Well, tell yah what! You get naked and suck my cock for me and I'll sell it to yah for one fifty like I said," the man replied. "Where you want me to do it?" Bobby asked. "Take off the jacket and go on back to store room. I'll put up the closed sign," the man said. Sure enough, by the time David got back to the storeroom Bobby was just taking off his boxers, the last item of clothing he had on. "Nice dick kid!" David said, immediately taking note that the kid's hard, uncircumcised, dick, jutting out from his red tuft of pubes above a set of pecan-sized balls, had to be a good five inches or more long. "You know, I don't normally do this. But when a kid like you comes in with such a tasty looking peter I can't help myself. You don't mind if I suck you off before you do me do you?" "Uh, I guess not," Bobby replied. "Good! Now, put your hands behind your head and I'll take care of things," David said, getting down upon his knees in front of the boy, taking hold of his hard dick, then making sure the foreskin was as far back as it could go. "Oh gosh! Mmmmmmmmm!" Bobby exclaimed, as the man's mouth went to work on his penis. To a litany of moans and groans from Bobby, the man slurped on Bobby's dick, prompting him to gasp loudly every time the man buried his nose in his tuft of red pubes and sent Bobby's dick all the way down his throat. "Oh shit! I'm gonna do it! Oh yeah!" Bobby exclaimed, his knees buckling slightly as he began to spew his load down the man's throat. "Now that was damn fine! You got one of the best tasting loads I ever had," David said, as he got up off of his knees, wiping the cum residue from his lips with the back of his hand. "Okay, kid! Your turn!" David said, unzipping the fly to his shorts. "I gotta swallow?" Bobby asked, as the man pulled out his circumcised, semi-flaccid cock and started jerking on it. "Yeah, and I like it all down the throat, too," he replied. "Gosh! I don't think I can! It's too long," Bobby said, figuring it had to be at least as big as his cousin's was and he hadn't been able to take all that one either. "Well, to get the deal on the jacket you're gonna have to learn. Now, get over here and get after it!" the man said, sternly. Once, twice, three times, Bobby tried to bury his nose in the man's dark pubes, only to gag and come up off of the thing coughing. "I just can't!" Bobby said, shaking his head that he couldn't. "Yeah you can! You just need some help!" the man said, grabbing hold of the kid's head. "Now, open your mouth!" Instantly, Bobby went wide-eyed and began to struggle a little, for the thing was all the way down his throat. Then, it wasn't. Then it was again. Instinctively, Bobby began to breathe through his nose in time to the fucking of his mouth and he eventually got the hang of it as man held onto his head with his hands and fucked his face. "Oh yeah, kid! Here it comes! Big load on the way! I'm gonna send it straight to your tummy!" the man eventually announced, grabbing a tight hold on Bobby's head and sending his penis all the way down the Bobby's esophagus. Of course, there was nothing Bobby could do but squirm as the warm flood of sperm flowed straight to his stomach, and afterward he had to take deep breaths when the man's cock was removed from his throat until he could breathe normally again. "Here you go! You're gonna look good in it!" the man said, handing the boy the Starter Jacket. "Uh, thanks!" Bobby replied. "Come back anytime! I'm always willing to work a deal with a cute kid like you." "Uh, I might do that. Anyway, thanks!" Bobby said, slipping on the jacket. "No problem kid!" David said, and chuckled as the kid opened the door to the store and headed out through it. To be continued