Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2015 03:41:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Rolling With a Chubby Boy The idea for this story has been bouncing around in my head for about a year now. Even the title had been decided. Chubby boys are a marginalized part of our society. They take a lot of shit, bullying being high on the list. I've been with a few chubbies and they love and need sex just like their thinner counterparts do. I've also had a request or 2 to do a chubby boy story so here it is. Will there be more, I don't know but I am considering having my protagonist becoming involved with more boys both chubby and not. It'll depend on how well this story is received, so there is your clue. N-Joi, Hugs...Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot of people don't realize that up until around 1976 one could actually purchase chick porn over the counter in most adult bookshops in the US and Europe. One could also view such stuff in the movie booths in the back rooms or purchase said films for viewing at home. It wasn't limited to just gay stuff either. One could buy magazines and videos as well as view movies of men and little girls, women and boys, and about everything else under the sun moon and stars. AT the back of such magazines as CHILD LOVE, INCEST, LOVING KIDS, CHICKEN et al were ads from people looking for a kid to be with, families that engaged in incest, and even people offering their own kids for such entertainment, all for a fee of course. At the time this story took place, early summer in 1972, I was 22 but looked 17 so kept my dark brown hair cut fairly short in order to look more like my age. I was new to the city and didn't know anybody other than the people I worked with so spent time on Friday and Saturday nights haunting the dozens of adult shops that lined First Avenue in the unsavory waterfront area of the major metropolitan city of 2 million souls. Sometimes if I was bored I would make the 30 minute drive from the burbs to downtown just for something to do. There were no such shops within 100 miles of the small town I grew up in so I was like a kid in a candy store. Honestly I had gotten my cock sucked a few times from other patrons in one of the video booths in the back of a shop, had gotten sucked off in the backseat of other patrons cars as well. Had even gone to a motel room or even a guys' house to get naked and suck and fuck although I was a top and not a bottom. I knew I was gay and that I preferred boys to men but was prone to take what I could get. I was told by many that I was a "good looking boy" and through high school I had plenty of dates and even fucked a girl or 2 but hadn't really done stuff with other boys. Small town, rural America didn't look too favorably on a boy who liked cock or even seemed remotely interested in the gallant organ. So, there I was, pouring through some boy man love magazines, another guy alongside me doing the same thing. He was a grandfather type, older with totally white hair, and a few deep wrinkles on his tanned face and I thought that I'd seen him there or in other shops in the past. He had acknowledged me when I stepped up, and I him. Although it was a Thursday night I was thinking that getting a blow job was a pretty neat idea so tended not to avoid total eye contact with other men. I watched him pick of a glossy magazine with a chubby boy on the cover, a preteen with a round face, engaging smile and small dick and balls. I picked up another copy of the same mag and began flipping through it. There wasn't an underfed skinny kid in there, all were roly poly boys with chubby bellies, chubby faces and boy titties. Some were teens of various ages and while most of the boys seemed to have rather small dicks there were a few that were nicely hung indeed. There were plenty of pictures of boys getting sucked, sucking their man or being fucked between their flabby butt cheeks. At least one boy was sucking on a man cock while his puckered little hole was being plowed by another man or another boy. "You like chubby boys," the man next to me asked quietly. I looked him then shrugged my shoulders. "I never thought about it," I said honestly. "I guess I prefer smaller more slender boys but a boy is a boy and as long as he has a cock, well..." I said, not finishing the sentence. The man chuckled. "Yes, I see your point. Chubby boys are special in my eyes and of course all boys need to be loved, even chubby boys. So, you've never been with a chubby boy?" I shook my head. "Ever been with any boy?" How was I supposed to answer that, not that I thought he was a cop or anything. "Nope, I haven't," I said, deciding to be honest. Besides, who knows where the conversation might lead. "Well I'll tell you. Boys are amazing and being with a boy is the ultimate pleasure as far as I`m concerned." "I can only imagine," I responded. The man looked me up and down for a moment then said. "How about I buy you a cup of java?" I shrugged and said okay and followed him out of the store and into a little hole in the wall diner next door. I had a Coke while my new friend had coffee. "My name is Fred," he said extending his hand across the cigarette burned and scarred table. "Paul," I told him. He asked how old I was and I told him and he smiled. "I'll bet plenty of guys would love to be with you," he said. I shrugged my shoulders. "So, you've never been with a boy. How is that?" I explained growing up in a small logging town and the dangers of being gay, and that as an adult I didn't have a clue about how to go about finding a boy that would play. "Well I can surely understand the problem," Fred commiserated, "Although with your looks it would be easy. Can I assume that you'd like to be with a boy?" "Well yeah," I told him. He asked if I had any objection to a chubby boy. "Like I said Fred, a boy has a cock and I like cock so it wouldn't matter to me." "How about men?" I told him of my experiences thus far, the cock sucking and occasional fucking and all the while he nodded his head. "Okay, look, here's the deal. I've been rolling with a chubby boy for about a year now. Kid loves sucking cock and loves getting my cock up his fat butt and honestly, I love being with him. We've talked about the possibility of having another man join us, his idea more than mine. In addition to that I may have to leave the area on a job and will likely be away for a couple months or more and I'd feel a lot better if I knew that someone would be taking of needs, especially someone I knew. If you're interested I would love to have you meet him and we'll go from there." I didn't have to give it much thought actually and said yes. "Tell me about him," I asked. "His name is Steven but he goes by Stevie. He's 13 years old, blonde and as I said he's a chubby boy although if you saw just his face you might not suspect so. He started getting hair about 7 months ago, makes sperm, and has a bigger dick than most chubby boys and he loves sex. He's a pretty sweet boy, smart as a whip, has a mom that works quite a bit to make ends meet so he spends a lot of time with me. We've been playing for about a year, as I said, and he's brought up the notion of perhaps sucking another man while I fuck him or vice versa. How does that sound to you?" "It all sounds fine, good. I have no problem with any of that." "Good, I'm glad to hear that. I'd like you to meet him tomorrow night and if it goes well we'll have our first 3-way." I nodded my head and said fine. "Now, on another topic, how do you feel about me giving you blow job in my van before we part? I'd like to be able to report to Stevie what he's getting, so to speak." I didn't have to give that a whole lot of thought. "Sure, no problem," I said. We left and headed up the street to a Joe Diamond parking lot where Fred unlocked his van and I got into the passenger seat. He suggested that we move to the bench seat in the back, which we did. I unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans then slipped them with my briefs to my ankles and plopped my butt back down on the cloth seat with my legs splayed open. "My, my, my but you're a gifted young lad," Fred said appreciatively as he got to his knees. I must say that plenty of boys envied me through middle and high school but none suggested doing anything about it. I stretched out to a thick 8¼ inches although at that moment it hung lazily over my balls. I was a dark brown on my head and so a light black on my cock and my balls, the latter large and low hanging. Fred took hold of my cock, which had started to rise in anticipation of having attention paid to it. He started sucking me off when I was about half way hard and it only took moments before he had me fully boned up. "Goddamn," he said then began to deep throat me. Not many guys could do that so I was very impressed. He cupped and fondled my balls as he sucked and it wasn't a real long time before I was ready to blow. "I'm getting close Fred," I groaned and I have to warn you I shoot a lot of cum." He nodded his head and I started thrusting my hips upward a little as he continued to suck me and shortly thereafter I started unloading at least 7 pulses my sperm into his mouth. Fred continued to stroke and suck me, swallowing every single drop that I had to offer. My head was spinning. He'd given me one of the top 3 blow jobs that I'd ever had. When it was finally over he let go of me and leaned back on his haunches. "You weren't lying Paul; you do make quite a bit of jizz." I asked if he wanted me to return the favor and he shook his head. "Not necessary but thank you for asking. I do have a suggestion though. You might want to consider shaving everything from your balls to your asshole and maybe even trim down that thatch at the base of your gorgeous dick." I nodded my head. We chatted a few more minutes, I thanked him for getting me off, got out of the van and headed toward my own car. At home I took Fred's suggestion. I started with a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the hair down. I wasn't real hairy so there wasn't a lot and once done I stepped into a hot shower. Once I was soaped and rinsed I turned the water down and went to work. I coated my balls with shaving cream and after some work got them smooth as a baby's butt. From there it was my perineum to my asshole. I decided to take my pubic patch in from the sides and by the time I was done it looked more like I had at 15 years old. After soaping, rinsing and drying off I admired my work both visually and by feel and I liked it. I was a bit of a nervous nelly the next day at work but managed and showed up in front of Fred's house in a moderately upscale neighborhood promptly at 7. Fred answered the door and ushered me into his living room, a nicely laid out room with expensive furniture. "Stevie's in the shower Paul. He wanted to be nice and fresh for his guest," Fred said with a smile. "He's very excited to meet you although you'll find him a fairly shy boy, at least at first. Fred offered me a beer, which I took and we sipped and chatted. "Are you going to be able to spend the night Paul; anything pressing tomorrow?" I shook my head, said I was pretty much unencumbered most of the time. "Well, perhaps we can encumber you some over the next few days." I heard a door open down a hallway and a moment later Stevie came into the room, wearing a terrycloth bathrobe that ended just above his knees. As Fred had told me, if I had seen only a face shot of the boy I wouldn't have guessed that he was a chubby boy. His straight hair was mostly the color of wet sand but was shot through with lighter strands. He wore it somewhat long, over his thick eyebrows, ears, and would have grazed a collared shirt had he been wearing one. Stevie had large hazel green eyes framed by thick brows and long lashes and a smattering of freckles dotted the inner part of his gently rounded cheeks and onto his broad nose. His mouth seemed just a tad bit small but wasn't real out of proportion with the rest of his head. Had he been able to shed 70 or so pounds from his 5'5 inch frame Stevie would likely have been a fairly hot looking boy but as it was, he was cute and a more than livable option. I could easily see that he was a round boy, the legs below the hem of the robe slightly thick. He went straight over and stood next to the arm chair where Fred sat. "Stevie, this is Paul; Paul this is my boy Stevie." The boy came over to where I sat on the sofa and offered his hand, the other clutching the front of his robe. He kept his eyes Downcast and offered me a handshake midway between limp and assertive. "Hi," he said in a sweet high pitched tone of voice. I would eventually hear him sing which can still cause me to have goose bumps when I think about it 30 years after the fact. As he went back to where Fred sat the orbs of his chubby butt vibrated beneath the robe. He sat on the chair cushion in front of Fred and leaned back against the man, keeping his thick legs close together, his hand in his lap making sure the robe didn't fall open. "Why don't you tell Paul what we did last weekend Stevie," Fred said. The boy went about telling me about a fishing trip that Fred had taken him on, the first time that the boy had ever dropped a line in the water. As the boy talked Fred put his arms across Stevie's chest and gently held him, the boy snuggling into the man a little more. Fred then began to gently kiss the boy on the neck, Stevie tilting his head slightly to give his man a little more access while the feelings that had to be shooting through his body caused the boy to gasp slightly every so often. When Fred started working in his ear the kid stopped talking and began moaning softly and his hand sneaked under the robe to work his crotch. By that time I was fully hard. Fred moved his hand and pulled the tie on the robe then spread the sides open to give me my first view of Stevie's body. The boy had a couple of roles for sure, the bottom one covered the waistband of his white cotton briefs almost hiding his erection. He definitely had boy titties, enough that had he been a girl a training bra at least, would have been necessary. I watched him turn his head in order for Fred to kiss him, which Fred did and as he did so his hand beckoned me to come forward and pointed to Stevie's crotch. I moved to kneel in front of the 2 lovers and put my hand down between the boys' slightly flabby thighs and felt on his cock causing him to moan louder and kiss harder. Fred's hand slipped across the boys' chest and began fondling one of his titties and again, Stevie moaned. "Let's get you out of your underpants sweet boy," Fred cooed to him. I took the lead and managed to find the waistband of his briefs and Stevie lifted his butt up enough for me to get them down and then off allowing him to splay his chubby legs open. I was pleasantly surprised at the size of the boy, having expected a pencil stub of a cock despite what Fred and told me the night before. Stevie was pushing probably 5½ inches of raging hard, circumcised cock that rested against his belly roll. His balls were of a medium size and rested on the sofa cushion. Standing, they would hang quite nicely. Of course his belly rolled onto his pubic bone but still I could see some hairs poking out from beneath it. Fred mimed at me to suck the boy so I put my face down there as I stroked him then pushed his belly up a little bit and captured the swollen head in my mouth and began suck on my first boy cock. I loved how he felt in my mouth, loved the smell of him. I loved the warmth and hardness of him, loved the overall rigidity of him yet the softness of his skin. And his cock head; oh my god the silky feeling of his swollen flesh in my mouth was incredible. Stevie uttered light gasps as I suckled him and Fred made out with the boy. "Why don't you take a look at what Paul brought for you baby boy," "Fred suggested softly. Go ahead and stand up Paul and let Stevie unwrap you." I stood up and Stevie sat forward in the chair, shucking his robe as he moved. His beautiful eyes were almost closed in lust as he reached forward and undid the snap on my jeans, unzipped the fly then tugged my jeans down. My big cock was straining at the front of my briefs and the boy reached up to grasp onto to me. "My gosh you feel huge Paul," he said in a husky voice. Stevie then hooked the waistband of my underwear and tugged them down and gasped loudly. "God it IS huge." He took hold of me and stroked me a couple times. "Your balls are so fat too," he said and cupped my hangers. "So soft," the boy whispered. Stevie pulled my cock down and placed his mouth over the head and began sucking me. Looking down on his sweet face increased the thrilling feelings shooting through my body. Finally I was with a boy, was getting my cock sucked by a boy. I looked up at Fred who was watching me closely. He had opened his jeans and tugged out his cock which he was stroking. He reached around and found Stevie's cock and was jacking the boy as well. "Perhaps we should all get naked," Fred suggested. Stevie let go of me and stood up then moved into my arms with his head raised. I lowered my head and we kissed which quickly went into a mouth open tongue mashing thing that caused us both to moan. I felt his blubbery belly against mine, ran my hands up and down his back, feeling the excess of skin and fat. I didn't mind it at all. We finally broke it and I stepped back and proceeded to kick my shoes off and then strip naked. "Jesus Christ A'mighty," Fred said when I stood naked in front of him and he peeled his briefs off to reveal about 6½ of stone hard boner. He was completely shaved. He of course was referring to my body which, all things considered, was very well developed. I had engaged in sports all of my life as well as worked with my dad in the woods from the time I was 10 years old. I was a state champion in wrestling all through high school, champion swimmer as well as all state quarterback in my senior year. Between my genetic code and a whole lot of weight work, I had a well-developed body which was a highly prized attribute by boys my age and in my town. "Gosh I wish my body could look like that," Stevie said in awe as he ran his fingers down my washboard stomach. Indeed every muscle and muscle group was very highly defined and hard as a rock. I still worked out at a gym religiously. "You can if you try Stevie," I said as encouragement to the boy. The expression on his face told me that he didn't have a lot of confidence around that happening. I dropped to my knees in front of the boy and glanced over his parts. Indeed, his smooth balls hung rather low, his cock stood tall and firm in front of a belly that now was more of a single roll and not plural rolls although his pubic area was fattened as well and not flat and taut. He had a sparse patch of hair growing there, skin still very visible under the dark brown curls. I pulled his cock down and licked all over the head, cleaning his precum off before taking him into my mouth again. I put my hands on his fat butt and kneaded the flesh, reveling in its feel. I sensed Fred next to me and Stevie's body moved and I knew the two were kissing. Stevie reached down and took hold of Fred's cock and was stroking him. When the boy let go I turned my head and began sucking the man's cock, not minding at all that he was at least 30 years older than me. Yes, his body was pretty much out of shape but I didn't care. I finally stopped and stood up, facing Stevie and Fred. "You ready to go to bed baby boy," Fred asked the young chubble and got a head nod. I followed them down the hall, Stevie's flesh jiggling ever so slightly, and into the master bedroom, appreciating the King sized bed with ornate headboard. "Can I suck on your cock some more Paul," Stevie asked after rolling his chubby body onto the bed. "Of course; where do you want me?" The boy had me lay on my back and got on his hands and knees between my legs. "This way Fred can lick my butthole." I have to say that shocked the piss out of me. "What," I said, showing my surprise; right along with my ignorance. "Lick my butt. Haven't you had that done to you?" I shook my head. "Hell no. I can't even imagine it." Fred chuckled and asked, "Did you shower before you came over Paul?" "Of course I did, why?" "Do you want to show Paul what he's missing sweet boy," Fred asked Stevie, who nodded his head vigorously. "Pull your legs back Paul," the boy said. I did as he asked, holding my legs behind the knees and opening myself up to him. Needless to say I was very dubious about the outcome. The boy got to his belly and started doing what he said he'd do, licking my asshole. I became a believer in about 5 seconds. I was glad that I had shaved down there too. I would never imagined that having my hole licked would feel so fucking good and given the amount of moaning noises that Stevie was uttering I assumed it felt good doing it too. Fred moved up alongside my head. "Feels good doesn't it?" I nodded my head then inhaled sharply as a surge of intense feeling shot through my body. Fred offered me his cock which I took greedily. It didn't last long, about 2 minutes, but still it shot me way up into hotness. "Okay, you do me now Fred," Stevie asked as he got to his knees. I let my legs down, Fred pulled away and moved behind Stevie who had started licking my balls. I watched Fred get to his knees behind the boy and stuff his face between the chubby butt cheeks. Stevie gasped loudly then took hold of my cock and started sucking me again. Fred was correct in that the boy loved to suck cock, or at least it seemed like it to me. He would stop to utter an "oh fuck," or some other term then go right back to sucking. Fred finally moved off the bed but soon returned with a bottle of lube. A moment later he slid under Stevie and I could see him sucking on the kids' rock hard boner and then it looked like he slipped a finger in the Stevie's ass and started fucking him with it. Stevie moaned and groaned as he sucked me and I felt my body start to change as it prepared to cum. Just then he stopped sucking. "Put another finger in my ass Fred," he said in a very husky voice. Fred must have because the young teen groaned loudly. He began licking on my cock, working the entire head with his tongue like a mother cat cleaning her kittens. He finally stopped. "I need to be fucked Fred; I need to be fucked real bad." Fred moved and as soon as he did Stevie moved up alongside and partially on top of me, tossing one leg over mine. He put his mouth against mine and started kissing me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth to do battle with mine. I could feel his cock pressed against my thigh and felt the dampness of his precum as it seeped onto my skin. I put my arms around him and gently rubbed him as we kissed and from the corner of my eye saw Fred get into position. "Pull his cheek open Paul," Fred said so I reached down and grabbed onto the flabby flesh and pulled. A moment later Stevie stopped kissing and grunted loudly. "All the way Fred, put it all the way in my ass," the boy groaned. I watched Fred lean forward and put his hands on the bed for balance and slowly move his waist closer to Stevie until he couldn't go any further. I watched as Fred started to fuck Stevie's chubby boy ass. Stevie and I continued to kiss while Fred fucked him. I sort of wished that I could be where I could actually see the mans' cock going in and out of Stevie's ass and perhaps I would before the night was over. "God I love getting fucked," the young teen said briefly then went back to kissing me but it didn't last long. "I want to move Fred but stay inside of me okay?" Fred said he'd try. Stevie started to move backwards, lumbering to his knees and as he moved, Fred moved with him. He slowly moved to straddle my waist and stayed on his hands and knees above me. "That's good," he said so Fred held onto the boys' hips, or at least close to where they should be, and began to fuck him again. "Can you play with a titty and maybe my cock while we kiss Paul?" I answered by doing both. I cupped a hanging orb and treated it like I would have a woman's tit, gripping and fondling and tweaking a nipple. My other hand slid between us, worked past his sagging belly, found his cock and began stroking him. My hand was long enough that I could play with his balls too, and I even moved it back farther and felt Fred's cock as it slid in an out of the 13 year old's puckered little asshole. I explored around the rim of his hole for a moment then went back to jacking his cock. Stevie had continued to kiss me then reached between my arm and leg to take hold of my cock and stroke me while we worked. My cock head kept banging into his balls or my hand as we both worked. I could feel my orgasm starting to build, the feeling increasing in my stomach and my balls. Stevie stopped kissing long enough to give Fred some directions. "Fuck my fat ass harder Fred," he panted. "Make me cum from your cock in my ass. I'm almost ready to cum Fred, make me cum." He went back to kissing me and a moment later he stopped and cried out, his cock thickening against my hand. "Oh fuck Fred, oh fuck," he groaned. I felt his sperm drop on me and a second later I started spurting and felt my sperm hit my hand and Stevie's cock. He must have change positions then he verified it. "He's squirting sperm on my balls, he's squirting on my balls." I swear the boy groaned again then Fred said he was cumming. He pretty much slammed his cock in and out of Stevie's little asshole, pummeling the muscle and making it but impossible for Stevie and I to kiss. Fred's eyes closed in ecstasy and he moaned softly as he unloaded his man sperm into Stevie's chubby boy ass. I have been known to shoot out 7-9 volleys of sperm and I've seen the streams arc out an easy12-15 inches from my body. I've splattered my face more times than I can count and once I filled a 1/3 measuring cup to overflowing with cum. Seriously. It didn't happen like that every time but certainly most of the time. When I'm way up in a fog of hotness it's almost guaranteed and that's where I was with Stevie and Fred. Stevie finally let go of my cock and slowly lowered his upper body until he was resting on mine, his head on my shoulder. I let go of his cock as well and just held the boy, rubbing his back and his head, reveling in the afterglow of an incredible experience. Stevie turned his head to face me and planted little kisses on my cheek. "Thank you Paul that was really fun." I turned my head to kiss his lips and he snuggled his head further into my neck. "I'm going to pull out of you baby boy," Fred said then did as he said he would. I could feel my sperm dripping from Stevie's body onto mine. As soon as Fred was out of him Stevie lumbered up onto his knees. His cock, his balls, under the roll of his belly were covered in my sperm, globs and globs of the gooey white stuff that was beginning to run and drop like so much white rain. "Holy fucking shit Paul, that's a lot of sperm." Stevie said then began rubbing it into his flesh, smearing it all over his balls and dragging it up over the head of his still hard young cock and shivering when he did it. Fred had moved to the side, still on his knees, his red tipped, cum dripping cock hanging in the air in front of him. "No shit Paul. We need to jack you off sometime just to see you squirt." Stevie offered a second to that motion. "Jeez I gotta shower, the chubby boy said and worked his way to the edge of the bed and got off. "Come on Paul, let's shower together," he said rather than ask and Fred agreed then said, "I'll get us a couple of beers after I wash my cock off." Stevie took my hand and led me down the hall to the single bathroom, passing in front of me to enter. Again, I couldn't help but notice the jiggling of his excess flesh or the rippling of his flabby butt cheeks as he walked, but I didn't entertain a negative thought about that. Sure, in my fantasies and dreams Stevie was not the type of boy that I would have imagined I would be with. Smaller, more slender and thus huggable boys were what I jacked to. Yet here I had been, and was, with a chubby boy, a boy that was easily 70 pounds over what the charts said was normal for his age and height. As Fred had told me the day before. Stevie was indeed a cute boy and was as sweet as they come. Chubby boys that I had known in school or seen on the playgrounds often had an attitude that was either aggressive and rude or meek and mild. Stevie was neither and as I got to know him I would learn more about the wonder of him. Stevie got the water going and we stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain. It was a little close and caused our bodies to slide against each other as we passed to get rinsed. "Let me wash you Paul," he said, working the bar of soap in his hands. I stood still for the boy and allowed him to go about his grooming chore, working my shoulders a little then my back and of course my butt. He didn't hesitate to work his finger up between my cheeks to clean my hole and while I was a little surprised I was also surprised at how good it felt. I had moved one foot out to allow the boy access then reveled in the feeling as his finger worked back and forth across my hole and into the underside of my nut sac. "Did you like it when I licked you there Paul?" "Yeah I did Stevie, it was incredible." "And seriously, it was the first time? You haven't done it before?" I said that was true. "Are you going to want to try and do it to me too? It's really fun doing it Paul; I get so hot and my boner gets way hard when I lick Fred's butthole." I allowed as how I would love to try it and I wasn't joking. He turned me around and did my front and of course pain plenty of attention to my cock as well as my balls. He managed to get his hands fully sudsy before working me so he didn't have to be quite as careful as if he'd had the bar of soap in his hands. "God I love your big fat cock Paul. I can hardly wait for you to fuck me. You are going to, right?" I said that I was and the boy giggled, his body jiggling. "And your balls are so huge and hang down so far. Mine hang pretty far down for a boy," he said. He got me rinsed off then turned me back around, dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock which was already hard. I couldn't get over how hot it was for me to look down and see his sweet smooth face pointed up and his tender lips wrapped around my shaft. Yeah, I really want to fuck the boy. He didn't stay there long and then I washed him, going through the same routine that he had done to me. I was amazed at how his wrinkled asshole felt, realizing that there was a huge difference between washing someone else's hole as opposed to one's own. "Put a finger up my butt Paul," Stevie panted and so I did, slipping my middle finger up him. Stevie raised a foot and put it on the edge of the tub, bent over at the waist and reached behind him to pull a flabby butt cheek open for me. I left my other hand to trail up and down his back then reached around to cup and fondle one of his hanging titties which caused the boy to moan loudly. It wasn't much different than a girl's titty although it would have been a young girl. Stevie's hand was between his legs jacking his boner but he finally stopped and as he stood up I pulled my finger out of him. The boy turned and went into my arms for a mouth open kiss that had our tongues battling for supremacy. It was my first time holding a naked, wet, squirming boy and I loved it. Both of us had our hands roaming, his on my cock and mine on his chubby butt. I found myself liking the pliability of the excess flesh. We finally separated. "Goddamn I need to get fucked Paul," the boy said, his eyes half way closed and his voice deepened by lust. We got out and dried off then he took my hand and led me into the living room where we found Fred lounging and drinking a beer. Needless to say he did not miss the fact that both my cock and Stevie's were stone hard. "Fun in the shower boys," he asked with a grin as he nodded at the bottle on an end table. I nodded my head, a silly grin plastered to my face. I sat on the sofa and began sipping the beer and Stevie sat with me, snuggled up close. "So Paul, how was your first time with a boy." "You've never been with a boy before," Stevie said with surprise. When I shook my head he said, "That is way cool." "So," Fred asked, probing. I went on to explain how much fun it had been, how everything felt, even my butthole getting licked and just the overall fun of the entire experience. Fred listened intently and as I talked I thought I saw him wince in pain but it was so quick that I paid it no mind. "So now I want Paul to fuck me," The boy said, snuggling in a little closer. "Well that was the plan Stevie," Fred said with a chuckle. To me he said, "I was hoping to do something a little different Paul." I had the bottle tilted to my mouth so after I swallowed asked the question that begged to be asked. "Better I show you," he said as he stood up. I saw that his cock had returned to its default state, hanging against his balls. Stevie and I followed him through the kitchen and into the garage then up a flight of stairs and into a large room where I got the shock of my life. The room, as I said was large, easily twice the size of his living room. A reel to reel projector was set up and running, the film showing against a white wall and the figures almost life size. The film was a group of boys aged maybe 10 to 14 or so and 3 or 4 adult males. They were all fully naked and fully hard and engaged in a variety of sexual pursuits. A camera was set up on a tripod aimed at a bed. "With your permission Paul, I'd like to film you and Stevie."