Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2018 17:45:35 -0700
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@secmail.pro>
Subject: The Boys of Columbia Heights  Part III

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THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HEIGHTS MOBILE MANOR, PART III

In the ten days I'd been living at the Columbia Heights trailer park I'd
blown 14-year-old Harry twice and jerked off 13-year-old Stuart's seven
inch uncut cock. I had a hard time believing how much I'd accomplished,
especially since I hadn't touched a boy in 26 years, but I wanted more.
My next operation was to try to suck Stuart.

Harry came by my place on Tuesday to look at porn on my computer and get
his obligatory blowjob in my home-office. He was getting more comfortable
with me and stripped down so he was completely naked before shaking his
hard dick at me. I took it as a sign of trust. After he deposited his load
down my throat he came into the living room still naked and sat on the
couch to smoke weed. We chit-chatted a bit, then I brought up the subject
of Stuart.

"Your friend has a really big cock - I've never seen one that big in real
life," I said. Stuart was only a bit over seven inches, but my experiences
with dicks was limited, so it seemed big to me. I was about six and a half
inches and I was a fully grown man.

"Yeah, Stewie takes every chance he gets to show it off," Harry said.
"Usually the girls run away screaming and laughing when he pulls it out,
but there's this girl Kristy from over on Meadow who touched it. She's
twelve but already has pretty big tits."

Meadow Way was a couple streets over from my trailer. "What did Stuart do
when she touched it?" I asked, intrigued.

"He crossed his legs and turned red," Harry answered, laughing.

"Do you think Stuart would let me suck his cock?" I asked.

Harry seemed a little annoyed. "Dude, what is it with you and dicks?" he
asked as he went into the office to get dressed.

I sensed a little jealousy. Despite the fact that Harry was straight, our
porn and blowjob sessions did create a bond between us, and for a boy
without a father in his life, adult-male companionship was scarce.

Harry walked back into the living room. He was wearing his jeans and
pulling a black Star Wars t-shirt over his head, which caused his thick
dark hair to splay out in every direction but the way it was intended to.

"Stewie and this kid 'Coffee' used to fool around. Coffee told me they
even fucked but I didn't believe him. He's always so full of shit," Harry
said.

I filed that piece of information away. I wondered who this kid Coffee was.

A couple days later I was driving through the complex and spotted Stuart
out in front of his trailer. He was pushing an old gas mower on the tiny
patch of grass that separated his trailer from the uncurbed street,
wearing the jeans that were a size too small and a wife beater that
accented his skinny arms. I slowed to a stop and rolled down my passenger
window. I was in a Dodge Ram pickup which placed me a little above his eye
level.  Stuart hadn't heard me because of the sound of the mower, and
jumped with a start when he saw I was there. He idled the motor on the
mower and pushed his thick, straight blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Hey, Stuart," I said. "Do you want to earn a little money mowing my
place? I'll pay you fifteen for the front and back." As soon as I said it,
I realized the double entendre behind my request. My dick swelled a little
in my pants at the thought.

"Stuart!" a woman with a raspy voice yelled from inside the trailer. "Who
are you talking to?"

"It's just Jackson from up the street. He wants me to mow his lawn."

"He better pay for it!" she screeched. "We don't hand out lawn mowings for
free."

"Well pleased to meet you, neighbor," I thought but didn't say aloud. I
determined to avoid the woman, whom I assumed was Stuart's mother.

Stuart told me he would come over to my place as soon as he was finished
with his own house.

Five minutes later the kid was at my door. The mower sat on the tiny patch
of front lawn in front of my trailer. I told him to get to it, then he
could come in for a drink and snacks.

It took Stuart all of 15 minutes to complete the job. I came out and
complimented him on his work. "It looks good, but I need to get an edger.
I'll pay you 25 next week if you edge it too."

I motioned Stuart inside. "Have a seat. What do you want to drink?"

"You got Mountain Dew?" Stuart asked as he reclined on the sofa, pushing
his slightly sweaty ash blonde hair out of his eyes.  I hadn't noticed
last Saturday, but his eyebrows were dark brown, like his eyes.

I had stocked my fridge with Coke, Mountain Dew, Rockstar, Monster -
everything I could imagine a teen boy wanting to drink except beer. I
didn't have a philosophical objection to giving a kid a couple beers, but
I felt like it carried too many risks. I handed him a can of Mountain Dew
and got myself a Diet Coke.

I turned on the TV and shuffled through the stations. Ironman II was on so
I stopped there.

"Harry told me about this kid Coffee who's a friend of yours," I began. I
started packing weed into a little pipe.

"Uh huh," Stewie grunted.

"He said Coffee's crazy, full of shit but up for anything," I said as I
lit the pipe and took a long drag. I handed pipe and lighter to Stuart. He
took a shallow hit.

"Yeah, that kid's cray," he said as he expelled the smoke. "He stole his
brothers mushrooms and ate a whole bag. He was tripping for hours!" Stuart
continued with more anecdotes about Coffee - the time he stole his mom's
car and drove it into a ditch; the time he got "electrocuted" touching a
cow fence with his bare ass; the time he got caught stealing a three-pack
of women's thongs from Target. "He told me he wanted to wear one when he
jerked off!" Stuart said, doubling over in laughter.

"Someone told me you and him fucked," I said abruptly.

Stuart was caught off guard. "Wha...!? Harry!" he huffed. "We were eleven!
Coffee said his brother took him to a horror house and he fucked a girl
but his brother made him practice on his butt before he would take him!"
Stuart explained, a note of distress in his voice.

"So Coffee made you practice on his butt?" I asked, a little confused.

"Yeah. He said his brother would take us to the horror house to fuck a
girl but I had to practice first. Then it turned out he made the whole
thing up! And he was telling everyone!"

I found it adorable that Stuart called it a "horror house."

The story was making me horny. I imagined an 11-year-old Stuart sticking
his long uncut cock into another 11-year-old's butt. I had to know more
details.

"Did you actually get it into his asshole? You must have had a pretty big
dick even at 11."

"Yeah, I got it all the way in. Coffee took some lube from his brother's
room and put it all over his ass. He said it was supposed to be like
pussy-juice."

"How did it feel?" I asked. "Like fucking a girl?"

"Well, I never fucked a girl yet, but yeah, if a girl's pussy feels like
that, then..." He trailed off.

"So you only did it the one time?" I probed.

"Well, we practiced a few times..." answered Stuart.

Stuart had been very candid, so I decided to be honest with him as well.

"You probably figured out that I'm bi," I said. "I spent 25 years fucking
women, but now I want to try guys."

Stuart looked a little alarmed.

"Don't worry! I'm not asking to fuck you!"

Stuart relaxed and leaned back in the couch. He took another hit.

"But I would like to watch you and Coffee having sex," I said.

Stuart looked me in the eye but didn't speak.

"If I paid each of you $50, do you think you and Coffee would agree to let
me watch? Think of it as live porn."

"Fifty!" Stuart said. "Fifty. I'll ask Coffee the next time I see him."

We consumed weed, cheetos and soda until the movie was over. Stuart left,
pushing the mower down the street back to his house.

That evening around 10:30 there was a knock on my front door. I had been
at my computer working on some command structures for a video game sequel
and was surprised. My porch light wasn't even on.

I peered through the peephole and barely made out Stuart and another boy.
I pulled the door open.

"Hey Stuart," I said. "Wanna come in?"

"Thanks, Jackson." Both boys walked into my living room. "This is Coffee,"
Stuart said, gesturing to the other boy. "Coffee, this is the guy I was
telling you about."

I was surprised by Coffee. I had been picturing a dark skinned kid, maybe
black, maybe Latino, but this kid was white. His light blonde hair was
straight and poorly cut, sheared off directly below his ears and above his
eyebrows. It looked like he had given himself a haircut with scissors and
a hand-mirror. I would later learn that this was a common hair cut in the
trailer park, given by a mother or grandmother who wouldn't pay a barber
to cut their kid's hair. Despite being the same age as Stuart, Coffee
looked much younger. I would have guessed he was ten or eleven rather than
his actual 13 years. Coffee was wearing gray sweat pants and an open
flannel shirt over an Angry Birds t-shirt. I couldn't really make out
anything about his body except to see that he was skinny like Stuart.

"Hey," Coffee nodded at me. "Normally I fuck girls, but since I'm between
girlfriends I figure I can fuck Stewie."

"No! I'm supposed to fuck you!" Stuart exclaimed.

"How about this, guys?" I proposed. "I'll pay each of you an extra ten
bucks if you both let the other fuck you."

"I'm in," Coffee said abruptly. He didn't even need time to think it over.
Stuart looked at Coffee and nodded his consent.

"Stewie said you got pot," Coffee continued. "I usually prefer heroin or
coke but I'll have a smoke if you don't mind."

Stuart rolled his eyes.

>From the sound of his clear, unbroken voice, I'd guess puberty was still a
little way off for Coffee. Prepubescent boys weren't really my thing,
though the visual of a naked ten-year-old with a straining erection was
aesthetically pleasing. I was more interested in seeing Stuart's
adolescent body naked with his hard, seven-and-a-quarter inch cock up
another boy's ass.

I sat on the couch and rolled a joint.  Stuart and Coffee sat on the other
side of me to watch. We passed it around and Coffee continued to bloviate.
"My uncle has a giant pot farm in the state park. It's got a huge barb
wire fence around it and he has a bunch of pitbulls that guard it. He shot
a man trying to steal some of his pot and buried the dude's body under his
plants and it was like extra-good fertilizer!" Coffee expounded. I
realized Coffee was as full of shit as the other boys said. If he ever
told anyone about what would happen this evening, no one would believe
him.

I was rapidly growing weary of Coffee's tall tales. Both boys had a mellow
buzz and I wanted to move things along.

"Ok, guys, why don't you take your clothes off?" I scanned the windows in
my living room to make sure the blinds were secure.

Coffee stood up and peeled off his flannel shirt and Angry Birds t-shirt.
His smooth flat chest was not unattractive. He sat down to untie his
grubby white sneakers.

Stuart pulled off his hoodie. He was no longer wearing the wife beater and
tight jeans from this afternoon, but a pair of newer jeans and a red
t-shirt with his middle school logo.  "Middle school!" I thought. "I'm
about to watch two middle-schoolers have sex."

When both boys had stripped off everything but their underwear I stopped
them. I took a good long look at the boys' physiques. Stuart's large
member was bunched up behind the front of his flannel boxers like a coiled
rope. Coffee was wearing gray boxer briefs. The shape of his cock was
distinctly visible through the stretchy gray fabric, hard and pointing up
and out from his body. It looked like it was about four inches long.

"I want to take a couple pictures," I said.

"That'll cost ya!" Coffee demanded.

"Coffee! Don't be a bitch. He gave us weed and he's already paying us,"
Stuart admonished.

"Oh, OK..." said Coffee with mock sullenness.

I grabbed an old Sony digital camera from my office and returned to take
pictures. I directed the underwear-clad boys in a few poses than told them
to get naked.

Coffee swiftly pulled his boxer-briefs down to his ankles.  His erect,
hairless cock pointed up and out from his body. Coffee was cut; his penis
was about four inches from the helmet head to the base where it met his
smooth groin. I was more turned on by a pre-adolescent than I thought I
would be.

When Stuart pulled off his boxers his large uncircumcised cock was
semi-erect. Coffee stepped toward Stuart and took it in his hand, stroking
its length until it grew to its full potential. Viewed in profile, the
disproportionate seven-plus inches stuck straight out from Stuart's skinny
body, the moist head poking almost all the way out of its sheath. Coffee
knelt down and took the long cock into his mouth. I hadn't expected this,
but I did capture it on my camera for posterity. Coffee could take the
long cock pretty deep. It was an admirable display.

"Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" I asked.

Coffee pulled off Stuart's cock and answered. "I never sucked a cock
before. I guess I'm just good at it."  My eyes caught Stuart's. We both
knew it was a lie.

Coffee's cock stayed erect as he sucked Stuart. I didn't have a reason to
think he was gay, but he was enjoying this.

Coffee removed Stuart's dick from his mouth. "Ok, let's get to fucking,"
he said. He stroked Stuart's cock vigorously, then returned it to his
mouth for a few more wet, sloppy sucks. "You got any lube?"

"Let's go into the bedroom," I suggested. "I have some in there."

The boys followed me down the short hall into my bedroom. I pulled the
comforter and top sheet off my bed, revealing the avocado green fitted
sheet covering my king size mattress. The boys climbed onto the bed and
laid next to each other, their heads resting on my pillows and their erect
cocks pointing at the ceiling, one long, one short.  I pulled a tube of
Astroglide from a drawer in the bedside table and handed it to Coffee.

Coffee held it up to his mouth and pretended to drink it.  Both boys
laughed. Coffee got serious and spread it on Stuart's cock, diligently
making sure it was completely covered from head to root. When he was
satisfied, Coffee pulled his legs up toward his shoulders and squeezed a
dollop of lube on his hairless asshole, then rubbed it up and down the
length of his crack.

Stuart raised up and positioned himself so his cock was at the entrance of
Coffee's ass, kneeling between the boys raised legs. Coffee reached around
his ass and grabbed Stuart's dick, guiding it into his hole like a runway
crewman guiding a 727 into its airport gate. I was surprised at how easily
Stuart entered Coffee. Slowly, slowly Stuart went deeper. I was so
transfixed that I forgot I had a camera, but started taking pictures once
Stuart was all the way in. Stuart built up to a leisurely rhythm, his
shiny shaft appearing and disappearing down Coffee's hole. Coffee's balls
were drawn up and his cock, still hard, pointed at his belly button.
Coffee started moaning, an exaggerated porn-actor sound. I would have
expected no less from Coffee.

Stuart's speed and intensity gradually increased until the rhythmic
slap-slap-slap sound of the two bodies colliding filled the room. It
couldn't have taken more than three minutes, then Stuart's body stiffened
and he thrust deeply and held it. I knew he had just cum up Coffee's ass.

Stuart withdrew. A few drips of cum seeped out of Coffee's hole. I fetched
a towel.

Stuart laid down on his back, spent. Coffee stood up and reached for the
tube of Astroglide. He was still hard.

"You're not going to let Stuart suck you before you fuck him?" I asked.

"Stewie don't suck cocks," Coffee answered matter-of-factly.

"That's a shame," I replied.

Coffee looked at me. "You wanna?" He thrust his groin towards me.

I obliged. Coffee sat on the corner of the bed and I knelt on the floor in
front of him. His was the smallest cock I'd ever sucked, and the only one
that was hairless, aside from that shaved guy I sucked when I was a
sophomore in high school.

It was easy to take Coffee's full length into my mouth. "Young boy dick
tastes different," I thought to myself. Coffee started bucking his hips,
using his arms to lift his body off the bed and up toward my mouth. If his
cock had been larger it might have hurt, but I rather liked his intensity.
I tasted a little salty discharge on my tongue - the kid was able to make
pre-cum. That meant he'd be shooting soon.

After a few minutes of fucking my mouth, Coffee pulled out.  "Time to fuck
an ass," he said.

Stuart had been lying on his back watching me blow Coffee with an
unfocused expression. Coffee swatted his thigh. "Turn over," he said.
Stuart obliged. I noticed his two perky buttocks, white and smooth. They
looked inviting.

Coffee lubed up his dick and Stuarts ass, then positioned himself over
Stuart and stuck his cock into Stuart's crack. After a few humps he
withdrew. I couldn't even tell if he'd penetrated Stuart. Coffee grabbed
Stuarts hips and pulled him up into a sort of fetal position then pushed
his cock into Stuart's crack again. This time I could see that it went
into Stuart's hole. He wrapped his arms around Stuart's mid-section and
began rhythmically humping. Coffee resumed the fake moans.

I positioned myself behind the boys so I could see between their legs. As
Coffee pushed into Stuart his ass clenched tight, but on the outward pull
it would open and I could just spot his hairless asshole. I took a couple
pics then put the camera down. I got close to Coffee's ass which looked
fresh and hairless. Overcome with lust, I stuck my tongue in his crack to
probe lightly.

"Yeah!" Coffee squealed. He pushed his ass backwards until my face was
buried in his crack. I licked his asshole and perineum for a few seconds
until he resumed his thrusting and I was unable to maintain contact.

Coffee didn't last long after that. He thrust a few more times until his
ass clenched and he fell onto Stuart, spent. His chest heaved as he
inhaled and exhaled deeply. His cock was still in Stuart's hole and his
hairless balls hung limp between his legs. I reached in and caressed them,
which caused Coffee to pull his shiny, hard dick out. He rolled over onto
his back and looked at me.

"Now that's the right way to fuck!" he exclaimed. "If I fucked a girl
would you pay to watch?"

"Uh, maybe," I answered, caught off guard.

"Find me a girl to fuck and I'll let you watch for free," he said. "But
she has to be hot."

"We'll see..." I answered. I knew it wasn't going to happen.

Stuart chimed in, "I'll let you watch me fuck a girl for free, too."

"Thanks, Stuart," I said.

I went into the hall closet and got towels for the boys. "Wipe off, unless
you want to shower," I suggested.

"I'm good," said Coffee as he wiped his groin and crack.

"I think I should shower," Stuart answered.

I pointed toward the bathroom off the master bedroom. Stuart got up and
walked in. I considered following him in but decided that might be pushing
things. He closed the door and turned on the water.

Coffee got dressed and we went into the living room. I looked at my watch
- it was almost midnight.

"Do you have a curfew or anything?" I asked Coffee.

"Nah, my mom will be at the club 'til after 2:00 and my brother ain't
home," he answered.

I turned on the TV monitor and Xbox 360. We played CS:GO and had Doritos
and Cokes until Stuart came in and joined us. The boys stayed until 3:30
am. Even after they left I was still keyed up and full of adrenaline and
testosterone from being in proximity of the two alluring young teens. I
reviewed the pictures I'd taken that evening naked in my bed and fell
asleep after a grand jerk-off session.

END OF PART THREE