Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2007 10:32:23 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Old Man Brown 09 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 Nine Kevin Lawrence had been telling the truth when he had told the bike shop owner that Jacob was out of town. In fact, Jacob was thousands of miles away staying at a dacha on the Black Sea coast that belonged to a friend of his whom had the same proclivities. "So, Jacob, did you find your bedroom satisfactory?" Dimitri Propov, Jacob's friend asked, as the two ate breakfast together the next morning. "Yes, perfect as always," Jacob replied, and took another sip of his coffee. "And your guest for the evening?" Dimitri asked. "Excellent! I don't know how you find them so beautiful," Jacob replied, thinking of the teen's blonde curls, deep blue eyes, succulent peter, and tight bubble butt. "Well, I pretty much know what you like, and pretty much, as in your situation, there are always boys eager to earn cash. Will you be taking the bus into town to do some shopping and see the sights this morning?" "No, I thought I would spend the morning in bed. That is if you don't mind seeing if that particular boy wants to come back," Jacob replied. "Yes, that probably can be arranged. I'll make the phone call after breakfast. "Good!" Jacob replied. Later, after he had shaved, showered, and put on his bathrobe, Jacob was combing his hair when there was a light knock at the door of his bedroom. Laying down the comb, Jacob headed for the door and opened it. "Come in! Come in!" Jacob said to the lanky teen, and stood aside for him to enter, which he slowly did as if he were being led to the gallows. Of course, the kid spoke no English and last night had been an ordeal for him. Although he wasn't a virgin, a huge penis had invaded his teen bottom for the first time and it was the biggest one he had ever seen. Head down and butt up upon the bed, he had grabbed the bed sheets with his hands and banged his head up and down upon the mattress, babbling in Russian the whole time, as Jacob's huge cock had invaded his bottom. Then, when Jacob had flipped him over on his back, he had had hung on for dear life and babbled some more, terribly relieved when he eventually felt the flood of sperm in his bottom. Now, it seemed, there was to be a repeat performance. But, he needed the cash for the motorbike he was saving up for. "I'm sorry, Jacob, I'm afraid Mishka isn't available this evening," Dimitri Propov said over tea that afternoon. "Oh?" "No, when I called him he said he's too sore after last night and this morning." "I see!" Jacob replied with a disappointed tone in his voice. "However, I do know a boy I think you will enjoy," Dimitri said. "Oh really?" Jacob asked. "Yes, a young Armenian boy. Artan has been coming around for a couple of months. He has the most beautiful olive skin and green eyes you'd ever want to see. He's an absolute "pig bottom." "How old is he?" Jacob asked, prompting his friend Dimitri to chuckle. "He's fourteen." "Perfect!" Jacob replied, prompting Dimitri to chuckle again. As Jacob winged his way home, he wondered about whether or not he would go back and visit his friend. Russia was getting terribly expensive. Yet, Jacob had had a good time. Mishka had spent the last night with him, and he had handed the boy five hundred bucks American as a tip. Which well he should have, since the cute Russian had bounced up and down on Jacob's big cock three separate times before they had both fallen asleep exhausted. Jacob was unpacking when the doorbell rang, only an hour after he had gotten home. "Shit! They don't wait long!" Jacob exclaimed, as he headed for the front door of the trailer. Jacob undid the deadbolt and opened the door. "Yes?" Jacob asked, as he looked at the kid standing there who he hadn't seen before. "Uh, I wanna earn money for a Nintendo!" "Look, kid! I'm busy right now! Come back some other time!" Jacob said gruffly. "Okay! I didn't think you would! I'm not as cute as the others," the boy said, dejectedly, and turned to walk away. Indeed, the kid was rather an awkward looking sort. He was short, with long arms and legs, big hands, and large feet, in proportion to the rest of him, and his brown hair was a mess. His clothes had grass stains and other stains on them. He probably stank of "kid funk" Jacob imagined. Yet, there was something in the brown eyes. They had a sparkle to them and the kid reminded Jacob very much of what he must have looked like as he stood at Mr. Beasley's door to earn some cash when he was about the same age. The black man had been as gentle as he could. But, the huge chocolate-colored penis had hurt terribly as it had invaded Jacob's bottom. Yet, Jacob had gotten the cash he wanted. "Look, I'm just getting back from a trip. Come back in a couple of hours and we'll talk about it," Jacob said, prompting the kid to smile. "Sure! You bet!" "And hey! Take a shower and put on some clean clothes before you come back," Jacob hollered after him, as the kid turned and walked away. Jacob eyed the kid's cute fanny as he sauntered away from the trailer, then moaned as he thought about how much money he had just spent on his annual trip to visit his friend. Of course, there was no way Jacob had of knowing, could have known, that he was about to get one of the biggest surprises of his life when the boy returned. Sure enough, in exactly two hours the doorbell rang and Jacob went to answer the door. It was the same boy, this time dressed in a clean tee shirt and shorts, but with the same pair of trainers that looked like they had been retrieved from a trash bin. "I came back like yah said," the boy said when Jacob opened the door. "Yeah, so you did. Come on in!" Jacob said, standing aside so the kid could enter. Jacob closed the door and locked the deadbolt. Then, turned to head for the living room. He was surprised to see that the kid had already kicked off both of his ragged trainers and was removing his tee shirt as he walked toward the couch. "What a minute kid! Not so fast!" Jacob said, and headed toward the living room, prompting the kid to stop removing his tee shirt. "What's the matter? I can't get my peter sucked if I don't get naked," the boy said. "I'm not sure that's even gonna happen. Besides, I don't know anything about you. I've never seen you around here before. Sit down on the couch and let's talk," Jacob said, pointing to the couch as he seated himself in one of the stuffed chairs. "Uh, okay," the kid replied, and plopped himself down upon the couch. "Okay, first of all, what's your name?" Jacob asked. "Jared! Jared Jones," the kid replied. "Well, Jared. I haven't seen you around here before," Jacob said. "Uh, I just been here a week. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle in Trailer 78," the kid said. "Oh, Ed and Susan Jones," Jacob replied. "Yeah! I was staying with my other aunt and uncle before that. I was with them about two years," the kid said. "I see! What about your folks?" Jacob asked. "Uh, they're both in prison," the boy replied. "Oh! I'm sorry about that," Jacob said, prompting the kid to shrug his shoulders. "Hey, that's okay!" "So, Jared, how did you hear about me?" Jacob asked. "Uh, one of the guys at the Game Room told me." "I see! You don't remember his name?" Jacob asked. "Uh, I think it was Danny or Donny, or something like that." "So, what all did he tell you?" "Uh, that you'd suck my peter." "He tell you anything else?" "Uh yeah! He said I could earn some money by sucking yah." "Anything else?" Jacob asked. "Uh, well, that if you put it in my butt I could make even more money," the boy said. "That doesn't make you nervous?" Jacob asked. "Nah, not really. My uncle that I stayed with for two years was puttin his in my butt the whole time. That's how come I wound up here. My aunt caught us doin it," the boy said, in a matter of fact tone. "Good grief!" Jacob exclaimed. "You want me to get naked now?" Jared asked. "If you want to," Jacob replied. Jacob watched as the kid got up off of the couch and removed his tee shirt, making note that the prominence of his ribs made him look as though he could use a good meal. Then, he waited as the kid unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to his ankles. The kid had no underwear on underneath. "Damn!" Jacob muttered under his breath, as the boy's genitals were revealed, for the flaccid, circumcised, penis, and low hanging balls, were huge for his age, the tiny tuft of pubes making them look even more dramatic. "Something wrong?" Jared asked. "Uh, how old are you?" Jacob asked. "Thirteen" "Well, it's just that you have a very big peter for your age and size," Jacob replied. "Yeah, I know. I get teased about it all the time," the kid replied, and plopped himself back down upon the couch. "Well, they're just envious of you that's all. You ever measured it when it's hard?" Jacob asked. "Yeah, my uncle did," the kid responded. "What was it?" Jacob asked. "Uh, it was almost six inches, but that was awhile ago. I think it's gotten a little longer since then," the boy said. "I see. Well, tell you what, Jared. Today lets just get your peter sucked. We can talk about you earning money next time. That okay?" Jacob asked. "Uh, yeah, I guess," the kid responded, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Soon Jacob was down between the boy's legs and Jacob was surprised when the boy pulled his legs back, exposing his hole. Noticeably, he had been fucked more than just a few times. "Did Danny or Donny tell you I would also eat your hole?" Jacob asked. "No, I just thought you wuz gonna do what my uncle always did before he used to suck me," the kid replied. "I see," Jacob said, and moved his head forward toward the pucker. "Oh yeah! Eat my hole! Oh yeah!" Jared wailed, as Jacob's mouth went to work. Jared, it seemed, was full of one surprise after another, and when he blew his load Jacob was rewarded with gush after gush of sperm that was equal in quantity to anything a grown man could put out. "Just a minute before you go," Jacob said, as the boy got to the point of putting on his tennis shoes. "Here you go!" "What's this for?" Jared asked, accepting the cash. "Well, normally I don't pay for just sucking a boy's peter and eating his hole. But, you've got a very nice peter. So, take that and buy you a new pair of tennis shoes before you come back," Jacob said. "Gosh! I will! Thanks!" Jared said, tucking the money into his short's pocket. Jacob couldn't help but shake his head as he closed the door behind the kid after he had left. The awkward looking boy had a peter every bit as big as his own at that age, and Jacob smiled as he thought about how much his own uncle had loved to slurp on it and swallow his cum load. To be continued