Date: Mon, 04 May 2020 05:23:12 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: Sharing Virtues

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Sharing Virtues (M/b, M/b/b, b/b, b/b/b, oral, anal, group, voyeur, orgy)

By Mr. Bunns

I had never considered that my life would bring me here, sitting on the
floor of this bamboo hut with five half-naked, dark-haired, caramel
brown-skinned little boys all looking up to me and awaiting my next
command.

In fact, I had not considered much of my life would bring me anywhere. As
an orphan who knew nothing about where he had been or who his parents were,
I did not have much to look forward to in my life other than joining the
clergy as soon as I was of age. It stemmed from my admiration and great
reverence of Father Smith, the head of the orphanage who was so kind to us
boys and girls that no one ever wanted. His gentleness and kind words
inspired me to one day be just like him, to take care of others who had
nowhere else to go.

It was no exaggeration that I leaped at the very chance to join the
seminary when Father Smith offered it to me. I went through my education
with all my heart, hoping that I am one step closer to become just like the
man I had admired my entire life. When the chance to spread the good word
to the indigenous people of an isolated island in the Pacifics all of a
sudden presented itself, I volunteered thinking the chance to finally prove
myself to my hero was here at last. After all, what better way to show my
mentor how much he meant to me than following in his footsteps and
spreading God's unconditional love to the savages just as he did when he
was younger?

But as the small wooden boat that carried me deep into the heart of the
island arrived at its destination, I was shocked to find that "savages" was
the wrong term to describe these people. For instance, while both the men
and women would leave their chest bare out in the tropical sun for all to
see, they are also civilized enough to wear brown-hued sarongs to present
whatever it was that passed as cultured modesty in this wild part of the
world. Indeed, `culture' is the word here since they have all of the
amenities that any well-organized society is expected to have, barring
electricity, running water, and the good Lord's graces of course.

Furthermore, while they don't exactly worship the father, the son, and the
holy ghost as I would've liked them to, these people were far from the
godless heathens painted in my impressionable young mind back in the
seminary. In fact, their complex belief structures placed me in a role that
is most revered by their thriving community: a teacher, one that is
believed to bring salvation to the rest of the tribe through
enlightenment. Knowledge was the one thing the tribe valued the most above
everything else, and what better way for them to learn more about the world
outside their tiny little island than from a white European young man who
was every bit their polar opposite?

And so my integration to their society started out of their almost
child-like curiosity of any knowledge I had to offer. My training ensured
that I could communicate my intent without a hitch, and soon I was speaking
their native tongue after only a few short months of misspoken words and
wild gesturing much to the delight and amusement of the natives. This too,
I feel, is the divine working of His hands through the mundane, and I soon
make my home in the bamboo hut that doubles as the school I have opened to
educate their young.

Then came this afternoon eight months after my arrival, where the village
chief had arrived at my doorstep with five of the boys that I recognized to
be part of my twelve-student classroom. While I can understand most of what
he said to me, there were terms and parts of his speech that I failed to
recognize when he spoke to me in the backroom of the school that also
served as my humble private residence. The gist of it seems to be that
these five short-haired handsome little cherubs were the first to be
`converted to my virtues,' which I first took from my shoddy translation
work to mean that they would be converted into Christianity.

To my surprise, that wasn't what the chief meant when I tried to confirm
this as he tried to specify his intent once again: he wanted them to be as
virtuous as I am, and that I should share my `virtue' with them to ensure
they grew up to be just like me. I cannot say that I don't swell with pride
when he said that, regardless of how many times it was drilled upon us that
vanity was a grave, grave sin. Still there is something that is quite
flattering in how the chief said it was considered a great honor for both
the boys and their parents as well, so who am I to let down my new friends
by telling them no?

It only occured to me that the chief did not mention the specifics on how
exactly it was I was supposed to `pass on my virtue' as he left me to my
own devices with these little ones, their round faces filled with innocence
and very dark brown, nearly-black pupils full of expectations of me. This
was perhaps the very first time these little ones have seen their teacher
so at a loss on what to do, as they all wondered if something was the
matter and why we have not gotten things started yet. I admitted that I am
at a loss on what to do, and all five of the little brown-skinned cherubs
giggled with delight as they all tried their best to explain what was
expected of me.

A lot of the terms they said sounded unfamiliar, words that I have not
encountered in the classroom and even outside during after school chatters
I've had with the children, their families, and other members of the
community. I assumed it was due to the inherently poor way children of
their age attempted to explain a complex concept, and so I told them to
instead show me what they wanted to be done. It was an invitation to my own
undoing, as I saw all five of the caramel-skinned children stand up and
started disrobing out of their sarongs.

Nudity was no longer something that caused me to balk in disbelief after
spending so many months with the tribe, but it's what these five young
tykes did with it that caused me some alarm as they all practically jumped
me and started caressing me in places I wouldn't dream of allowing little
children to touch. I tried to voice my objection but was immediately
silenced by two soft, tiny pairs of lips who worked in tandem to kiss my
neck and suckle my bare chest. Tiny little brown hands started caressing my
thighs and belly causing me to let out an involuntary moan before working
together to undo the knot that maintained my own sarong, a gift from one of
the five tykes' mother on his very first day of school, and pulling it
completely off my waist.

I was now as naked as these five boys and their gleeful chatter told me how
much they were enjoying the show, giggling over how pale my limp five inch
penis and low hanging balls were when compared to their flopping two inch
worms and taut, near non-existent nutsacks. They also took special note of
my wispy blonde pubic hair, giggling over themselves as they shouted out
how weird it was that the color matched my already unusual hair color. As
young boys their age wont to do, soon they graduated from just looking to
touching, stroking, caressing, and even rubbing their own hairless loins
against my exposed manhood. The sensation of their smooth, velvety skin
rubbing all over my most sensitive spot sent shivers down my spine, and
soon nature took its course as my cock throbbed to life and pulsed with
each gentle stimulation to stand up proud and provided the gleefully
giggling children its full seven inches of undivided attention.

It was here that I found myself in a moral dilemma. On the one hand this
was not the proper thing a caregiver such as myself should be doing, and I
feel as if letting this go any further would be betraying not only my vows
to God but also the children who had entrusted me with their safety in my
hands. On the other hand, the way the village chief worded his request made
me feel as if I would deeply dishonor both him and the boys' families if I
simply told these five giggling tykes who were teasing my cock with their
little hands at the moment to stop what they were doing, put their sarongs
back on, and go home and leave me be. If there was one thing that the
seminary drilled into my head it's that you should never do anything to
offend the locals, and so I surrendered to my fate as I asked the children
what we should be doing next.

One of the boys heard my question and instead of answering gave me the
widest gap-toothed grin, knelt down between my thighs and flicked his
little tongue all over my cockhead before inhaling the engorged knob in one
go.

I moaned a tortured moan of both joy and distress, feeling the confusing
mixture of guilt and pleasure racking through my mind. The tyke was an old
hand at this, teasing my balls with his digit and bobbing his tiny mouth on
my shaft with reckless abandon. All of his friends were cheering him on,
some verbally while others were more physical as they rubbed his bare back
and ruffled his hair while urging him to swallow my entire length into his
gullet. He looked up with those sweet innocent eyes while his lips
travelled back and forth along the entire length of my pale shaft, and from
my vantage point of view it almost looked like he was smiling at me,
beaming with pride over what he was doing.

In that moment a flash came before my mind's eye, and my tongue could
almost taste the salty flesh tube that the child was gorging down upon. It
was as if I was looking through his eyes as he pressed the tip of his nose
against my pubic hair to inhale my cock whole, except the face that I was
looking up to was Father Smith's instead of mine own as he caressed my hair
lovingly. He offered words of gentle encouragement before he seized the
back of my head with his large hands and slammed my face against his loins
repeatedly, my tiny nostrils flaring up as I inhaled his intoxicating manly
musk while he fed his entire adult girth down my throat.

My reverie was broken when I felt the familiar tingles of my sexual climax,
warning the boy to let me go and save himself. He ignored my repeated
warnings and instead doubled down on his effort to bring me to a roaring
orgasm, clamping down on my hose as I hissed out loud and unloaded a
torrent of fresh warm seeds into his mouth. The brown-skinned boy gulped
down the first two jets before storing up the rest of my ejaculates in his
mouth, making his cute dimpled cheeks swell like a toad's. He then sat
upright and turned towards his giggling mates before seizing a fellow naked
tyke and planting an open mouth kiss that the other lad openly
reciprocated.

My eyes could hardly believe what I was seeing as I watched these two
little boys who were barely old enough to spell their own names properly
passed my semen between each other's mouths like a pair of old lovers,
cupping the other's bums with their little hands and gyrating their hips to
grind their hairless crotches against one another's. A third boy joined in
on the couple, and soon he was mixing in his own saliva into the mixture of
spit and semen being passed through three little mouths as the first boy
snaked a tiny digit from each of his hands up both of his pals'
sphincters. The remaining two children looked on at the trio with a kind of
longing in their eyes while their chests heaved with heavy sighs and their
immature pickles rising up to the occasion, before one of them turned to me
and excitedly blurted out his demands.

I knew I was past the point of no return as I allowed the excited pair to
massage my cock and pass it between their mouths to bring me back to full
mast, two pairs of tiny tongues lapping up dollops of precum forming at the
tip of my knob while their soft little lips kissed every tiny inch of the
throbbing bulbous head. One of the eager lads stood up before squatting
above my mast, lining up his puckered hole while his buddy held my cock
steady for what was to come. My engorged glans kissed the rims of his sweet
brown cherry, and the little boy smiled at me before he lowered his ass to
impale himself onto my rock hard cock.

The two of us groaned out loud, myself from the most intense heat from the
tightest hole ever enveloping the entire length of my rigid pole and him
from the tip of my cock nestling snugly against his immature prostate. The
young boy shook and shuddered while his hard little cocklet throbbed with
each of the smallest movements he made, and I saw his friend reaching from
behind him to both help steady himself and whisper words of encouragement
into his ears. Whatever it was he said made the young hero grin a rather
determined grin, and he summoned enough willpower to raise his hips up
before slamming his soft buns back down onto my awaiting cock.

My groans accompanied each downward stroke and sighs with every upward
slide as he took it slow at first before riding my phallus with a frenzy
less than a half a dozen bounces later. The little boy closed his eyes and
placed his hands behind his head as he slammed his soft brown baby butt
onto my loins again and again, my balls slapping against his cheeks while a
litany of gibberish escaped his cute little lips each time my bulbous knob
punched his immature prostate. His friend behind him was egging him on with
a mixture of what I took to be the filthiest pillow talk to escape a young
boy's lips and into another's ears while he teased the bouncing boy's
nipples with one hand and jerked off his hard little pickle with the
other. The horny little lad was more than happy to comply with the
encouragement he was receiving, and I could feel him milking my dick with
his contracting anal muscles as he tried to bury even more of my shaft up
his chute.

As I stared up at the boy who was riding me with a drunken look on his cute
little face I once again experienced the same strange vision in my mind,
and once again it was me who was staring down a naked Father Smith laying
down on his bed as he seized my slim boyish hips with both of his large
adult hands to brought me down to his hard man cock. While my mind was too
preoccupied by the sudden electrical jolt wracking through my tiny little
body from his bulbous cockhead punching against my tiny prostate, I could
hear a familiar voice whispering words of encouragement into my ears as two
pairs of boyish hands teased my nipples and wrapped their fingers around my
hard little pricklet to stroke it up and down at a rapid pace. Turning
around I saw the face of my best friend Phillip, flushed pink with heat on
his cheeks as a large adult hand grasped a handful of his messy red hair
and an engorged adult cock pumped relentlessly into his pert pale
buttcheeks.

Just as before the vision faded when I felt the same familiar pressure
building up in my loins, and I seized the little brown boy's hips with both
of my hands to really give him everything I've got. The child mewled like a
kitten as he thrashed about on top of me, closing his eyes and tossing his
head from side to side as each full force thrust of my cock shook his body
around like a ragdoll. My primal roar for release must have gotten the
other boys' attention as well, for they abandoned their makeout session to
all sit transfixed around me and watched as I gave their friend several
more violent pumps before raising my hips up to release a torrent of my
seed into his well-fucked hole.

The naked little brown skinned boy threw his head back as I shot loads upon
loads of my hot sauce up his rectum, his tiny hard pickle twitching about
trying to expel seeds that he was far too young to be able to produce. I
cramped up in that uncomfortable position for a while, delivering wave upon
wave of pure sweet release into his anus before finally relaxing and
lowering myself down along with the quivering boy on top of me. A thin
layer of sweat covered the now limp boy from head to toe, yet he wore a
proud grin on his drunken face as he fell back onto the floor with my
deflating cock expelled from his anus with a loud pop.

Copious amount of my cum was flowing out of the sweat-drenched little one's
love hole, and each one of the other boys knelt down to dab their little
fingers onto the pools of semen before bringing it up into their
mouths. Three of them decided that they would like to go straight for the
source, and they lifted the young hero's legs over his head to bend him in
half with a river of my cum still flowing freely from his overstuffed
hole. Three little tongues extended from three pairs of soft lips as the
three brown kids dove in to lap up the cum from their friend's upturned
butt, scooping the viscous fluid from his cheeks and slurping the load up
from his hole much to their friend's giggling delight.

I am starting to get a good picture of what is required of me from this
ritual and thus it didn't take me too long to figure out what to do when
the previous boy who assisted the child through his anal orgasm placed his
hands on my cock and started massaging it once more. I don't know exactly
how these children can arouse me so much and so often in such a short
amount of time, but I know whatever it was it's working out very well as
the smiling child didn't have to wait too long for me to catch my second
wind. Once I did, I lay him on his back, lifted his legs up to his head,
and plunged my rigid fuckpole into his upturned brown butt.

This one was a squealer who loved to holler like a stuck pig each time my
meat plunged down into his chute, yet not once did he resist me and instead
hooked his arms behind his knees to allow me even greater access into his
innocent hole. I returned his valiant effort by increasing the tempo,
alternating between short rapid thrusts whenever I felt I was at my peak
and long languid thrusts whenever I felt that I had exhausted myself. The
child spewed a litany of gibberish just like his friend before as he tossed
his head from side to side, closing his eyes and licking his lips as he
savored the sensation of my hard mast pounding into his soft buns with each
loud slap of our skins.

Our mutual guttural groans of pleasure were interrupted by impish squeaks
and childish giggles, and I turned my head slightly to see that the
remaining four boys have decided to imitate our passionate
coupling. Specifically, it was the two little ones I have seeded in their
mouth and rear end who each have taken another boy and bent them in half in
the same position as the boy I am currently plowing. Though I find it
doubtful their miniscule dicklets can provide the same kind of effects my
full-grown adult mast to the shuddering child underneath me, each boy
couples looked as though they were having the time of their lives anyway as
they giggled and kissed while savoring the intimate closeness of their bare
naked young bodies.

My vision went back to a time when I was a virile young lad myself, and
this time the native brown boy underneath me was replaced by an adorable
little caucasian moppet, a new addition to the orphanage who was to be
initiated in its closely guarded, male-only tradition. His curly brown hair
was matted with a mixture of sweat and cum, and he had a kind of a drunken
look on his face as he licked his lips while savoring each thrust of my
youthful young cock into his warm virgin asshole. His tiny little dickie
twitched along with every forward lunge of my hips, and he groaned aloud as
I praised his resilience silently by brushing his soft, doll-like hair from
his brow and held his dimpled cheeks with both of my hands.

To my right was Father Smith, the man who had initiated both myself and
Phillip and countless other little boys of the orphanage into this
tradition, as he carried out that very same duty on a tiny young blonde
underneath him who was squealing non-stop over the hard pummeling his poor
upturned butt was receiving. The boy was so small that the man's large
frame covered almost the entirety of his tiny little body, with only his
spindly arms and skinny legs could be seen thrashing about as the man
jackhammered his cock into his smooth round bubble butt at a rapid,
hundreds of bare skin slaps per-minute pace. I could hear rather than see
the boy gurgling and groaning as Father James brought his young charge to a
bumpy dry climax, easing up to allow the helpless child to catch his breath
for a little bit before going back to hammering into the poor abused baby
butt with a renewed gusto.

To my left was Phillip, now a few years older from when we were both
initiated and growing up to be a handsome young lad that all the boys in
the orphanage lust after with myself included in their ranks. His little
partner for the night must have felt very lucky indeed, for not only was
Phillip much gentler to his young charge than either Father James and I to
ours, he also knew how to make them feel special while they are under his
ministrations. Right now as he plowed into the child's love canal, he had
coaxed the virgin eight year old brunette into a gentle French kiss as he
caressed every inch of the child's sweaty hairless skin with one hand and
reaching down to masturbate his stiff tiny pickle with the other.

I always felt just a tad bit envious each time Phillip lavished a new boy
with all of his loving attention when he had just given the same treatment
to me the night before, and I took that pent up emotions by fucking my
little curly brown haired partner even harder than before and seizing his
lips to coax him into a deep kiss. I found myself sucking in the tongue of
the brown-skinned boy I was deflowering instead, however, for my senses
have returned me to the present where I was the only adult in this bamboo
hut filled with native children ramming their stiffies into their best
pals' upturned bottoms. The little child shared the same kind of drunken
look that my young charge gave upon me so many years ago, and that was more
than enough to motivate me to go all out on his battered ass without any
more restraints.

For the next fifteen minutes the child's howls of pleasure dominated over
the wet-slapping sound of my scrotum against his moist hole. Sweat was
breaking out of our entwined bodies creating a kind of musky masculine
odor, one that I inhaled greedily and that urged me to go on even harder on
the mewling child underneath me. That familiar intense pressure building up
in my loin told me that I am very close, and as I ejaculated my third load
of the day I leaned in close to hug the boy tight in my large arms.

I delivered my copious amount of cum into his posterior seven times,
slamming down hard onto his buttocks and cramping up each time I did as if
I was trying to ram all of my very being into his hole. The boy's little
hands grasped my lower arms for support as I could feel his little dick
twitching about like crazy against my abdomen, proof that he was dry
cumming at the exact same time as I was and riding the throes of his kiddie
orgasm for all it was worth. We were both rigid after I delivered my final
load into his hole before I collapsed on top of him, and I could hear his
friends cheering for his buddy as the well and truly fucked boy nudged the
side of my face in a show of silent appreciation.

The apparent hunger these young ones displayed for my cock was only matched
with mine own for their nubile young bodies, as I found myself regaining my
strength after only a short while and jumping straight into another boyhole
over the next few hours. I start out with the young couple to my right,
pushing down on the shoulders of the penetrator and turning him into the
penetrated as I shoved my cock into his slick hole in one smooth
thrust. Despite the boy's surprised yelp and groans of pleasure, he never
once stopped thrusting his hardened little cocklet into his awaiting buddy
underneath as I pumped into his pooper with a gusto, forcing him to violate
his pal with equal fervor and causing both boys to groan from the rapid
stimulation of their immature prostates.

I went for the other pair after I left the previous two quivering from a
thunderous dry climax and scooped the rutting couple into my arms. They
were both so small that even their conjoined bodies weighed close to
nothing compared to my adult strength, and I sat them upright in my lap
before taking aim and jamming my cock into the hole of the boy who was
being porked by his pal. A second, much larger phallus proved to be too
much for the child as he wailed like a fire siren as I pumped him from the
get go all while having my saliva-slicked fingers at the the ready before
jamming them up the fucking boy's anus. Soon there were two fire sirens
wailing in unison as the children hung on to each other for dear life
throughout the wild and bumpy ride, sweat breaking out on their temples and
saliva smearing across their faces from where my lips landed for wet
smacking kisses.

My self-restraints were all but abandoned at this point as I became more
and more creative with the children, twisting and bending all five of their
hairless little bodies to my every whim. I coaxed one boy into a deep kiss
as we fucked two other little ones underneath us, each of which were using
their tongues and fingers to pleasure the twitching little cocklet of a
fifth boy. I arranged all of us into a circle connected dick to mouth, each
slurping on another male's genital all while ramming three digits into
their holes to tease that special spot deep inside our anuses. I even
arranged for all five boys to penetrate one another up their bottoms, with
myself bringing up the rear to set the tempo of their mutual penetration
and delighting in the desperate gasps and sighs of their mutual coitous as
they held each other close with each wet smack of their moist poppers,
relishing the warmth of their playmates' backs against their chests and
their anuses enveloping their twitching little stiffies.

At the peak of my lust I lay all five of them on the floor on top of one
another before lifting their skinny legs up and hooking them on each
other's shoulders. I sat back to marvel at my handiwork: a quivering,
groaning, sweat-drenched pile of sexed up young males rolled up into a ball
with five semen-drenched cherry holes puckering open and close at me, ready
for the taking. Each of the five gasping boys had the same drunken longing
in their cute cum-streaked faces, and I was not about to disappoint them as
I smothered them with my large upper torso and jammed my cock into one of
the awaiting cum-spurting anuses.

One of the brown children yelped in surprise as I fucked his hole with zero
restraints, while the other four giggled in amusement at their pals'
contorted facial expressions. Their laughter was replaced with a surprised
gasp as I pulled out from the first boy and jammed my entire length into a
second hole while thrusting as hard as I could. Soon enough each child
would have their turn at my dick, and each one would hoot and holler at the
sudden assault on their defenseless asses as I continued to slam hard at
random.

The room was filled with the sounds of my grunts, childish yelps, and the
frustrated moans of one man and five boys unable to reach a satisfactory
climax all scored over the constant sound of wet skin slapping against
skin. Each time one boy whined to signal their incoming prostate orgasm
another one would groan as I quickly pulled out from the former and lunged
myself balls deep into the latter. The children's cacophony of moans,
groans, and gurgles did nothing but tickle my evil bones to prolong their
sweet, sweet release and heighten their confusion if they were going to be
the one penetrated next.

I would kiss cheeks, lick faces, and seize tongues to force tiny little
mouths into open mouth kisses, all while the boys' conjoined bodies
undulated against one another to heighten the jolts of pleasures wracking
through their young minds. Their joyous wails were divine, and their
shuddering little frames all bunched up together kept in place by my two
strong arms provided me with the fuel to kept going further even longer,
drawing out the sweet torture to the frustrations of all five sexed up
little boys underneath me. Some began holding on to and kissing one
another, hands roaming all over their sweat-slicked bodies as they both
sought comfort and provided stimulations in one another's arms as each of
them granted the release that I had so vigorously denied them.

The sun was starting to go down when I finally felt that familiar pressure
building up in my loins. I did not know whose hole it was that I jammed my
cock into one final time before releasing a copious amount of my seed,
since all of the boys were gasping and moaning out loud at that point. I
tensed up with a roar as I released my seeds inside of the unknown lucky
child, before slumping forward on top of them. I silently praised my five
little champions for being such a good sport about the ordeal by kissing
their cheeks and ruffling their hairs, and each one of them silently
thanked me back with a dreamy smile on their sweat, snot, and cum-smeared
angelic little faces. With all their strength drained out of them, one by
one they slowly drifted off to sleep as I pulled myself up and covered
their still conjoined bodies with the sarongs they had discarded earlier.

The satisfied look on their faces brought one final long forgotten memory,
one where Father Smith had first invited a small group of us orphanage boys
on a bright Friday afternoon to his private chambers and, to borrow the
words of the village chief, `share his virtues with us' all night long
until we all collapse from fatigue into each other's arms. As I watched
over my gently snoring young charges I couldn't help but smile as I
realized something very important: all my life I have been trying to be
just like Father Smith without realizing that I was already just like
him. I suppose the coming days will be filled with more young men seeking a
little taste of my `virtues', and if this was to be my calling then who am
I to deny sharing it with all of God's beautiful, insatiable little
children?

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