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                                                                PETER PAUL
 
                                THE BURLINGTON
                                   CHAPTER 1
 
 
    The day was the same as all those before, and after for most people.
The cars sped by; the merchants sold their products; and the beat cops
walked evasively by, as under the great decaying Burlington hotel, a young
dark-haired boy lay greedily sucking on his fifteenth cock.  "Suck it
good, babe" said a man as he slapped his hard tool against the boy's face.
"You said you loved cock, now show us how much."  And he picked up the
boy's head and pulled his cum covered lips up over his fat cock.  "Suck
that beauty" he said frantically working the boy's head back and forth
over his organ.
 
    The boy's entire face and chest were so coated with the cum of the men
that had used him in the last hours that it dripped down his face and
shoulders into small, slowly cooling pools.  Yet he wanted more, and
sucked more greedily on the latest dripping tool than he had the first.
He didn't even know who it belong to.  All he knew was that soon this cock
would send long gushes of cum into his mouth, and that another, perhaps
even bigger piece of meat would be right behind it, ready to be serviced.
 
    "I'm going to cum" the gang member said, more to display the eruption
for his friends than for the boy, and took his swollen cock from the boy's
cum covered lips and began gently stroking the delicate under side, over
the boy's open mouth.
 
    The boy twisted and turned under the hand that restrained his lips
from the organ, and finally just as the first spurt flew from the long
slit of the head and splashed against his forehead, he broke free managing
to wrap his greedy lips back around the sensitive head.  Then when the
last of it's treasure was drained, the boy pulled it from his mouth, and
pressed it against his face blending it's seed and juices with the those
of the other men, just as he had been instructed.
 
    The boy had been hanging around the gang since spring, making it very
clear that if they would let him sleep there, that he'd service all of
them, anytime and anyway they wanted.  It took a while for them to decide
that his sucking them off didn't diminish their manhood in each others
eyes, and at first he only got the odd splash of cum down his throat, when
he could catch one of them when they were alone.  But, after most of the
men had been caught getting sucked off by him it became common to walk
into the club house and see him hanging off the end of one tool or
another, as the owner casually talked to his friends.  Soon they even
began passing him around like they might a beer, with one guy saying to
another, "Hay, slip him over on top of this a while will ya.  " and they'd
reluctantly lift his greedy lips up off their tool and send him over to
their friend.   He didn't care. He liked being passed from cock to cock.
As long as a few of them popped in his mouth ever night and he had a place
to sleep, he was happy.
 
    After a while he became so much a part of the place that they made him
a small room out of plywood, back behind the boilers of the hotel above,
and let him move in.  In fact, he'd even been incorporated into the
rituals of the club.  Whenever there was a need for a show of unity or
when there was an initiation, every member of the club would deposit their
cum on his face, and then finally allow the initiate to add his as a
symbol his joining their brotherhood.  The boy didn't really understand
all of this.  All he knew was that if there was an initiation he was going
to get a face full, and he lived for those nights.
 
    "I'm next" said one of the members with a laugh as he noticed the
boy's empty mouth.  Then after making a long show of flopping his immense
meat from leg to leg, as he swaggered over, he finally sat his harry ass
down on the boy's chest, and began slapping his long soft tool into the
pools of seed on the boy's face.  "You remember this beauty, boy?" he said
throwing the seed that stuck to his cock back onto the boys face. "You
remember, it's the big one with all the juicy white stuff, you like so
much.  You remember it don't you boy."
 
    The boy looked up the big man's harry chest in his face, and back at
his long thick cock, and nodded.  "Yea I remember, Bill" the boy said
laying the cock in his palm, and weighing it.  He wanted to tell Bill how
much he liked the way his huge balls pumped masses of hot come down his
long fat cock, and into his mouth, but he knew better than to admit liking
one man over another, and just slid the wonderful thing in like he had the
rest, and began sucking.
 
    There was something different about Bill than the rest of the men
though, and the boy often would search him out in the night, and slip up
under the covers, and suck him off.  He'd cuddle up into his massive soft
balls, and gently suck his meat as he rubbed his huge harry chest.  Bill
always seemed to appreciate the boy, and would roll them over onto there
sides, and gently fuck his face for hours, curling the boy's soft hair in
his fingers as he lovingly pumped his face.  But, no matter how gentle
Bill was as he slid that mass of meat in and out of the boy, the boy knew
that inevitably the great bear of a man was going to go wild, and thrash,
and turn, and shove every inch of that throbbing tool down his throat as
he spilled gallons of cum from his fat tool.   And then, unlike the
others, who would push the boy away, Bill would always stroke his head and
tell him what a good cocksucker he was.  And in his own way the boy was in
love with Bill.  But tonight was different, and Bill was performing for
his friends, and he was neither gentile or loving with the use of his
massive piece of flesh.
 
    "Swallow that cock, boy" Bill said positioning his great harry bulk of
fat, and muscle on all fours over him.  "I don't want to see even an inch
of that thing not down your throat"  and he began relentlessly shoving all
the rod down the boy's throat with each long thrust, of his wide hair
cover ass.
 
    It took a moment to adjust to the width of Bill's thrusting tool, but
finally the boy Relaxed into Bill's rythmn, and let his arms fall weekly
out to the side, and excepted each thrust that filled him.  He knew he
couldn't consume it any better than it was consuming him, so he relaxed
allowing Bill his own way.
 
    Because tonight was initiation, he knew he'd get an especially big
thick load from Bill.   He and the rest of the men hadn't let him suck
them off for days, so there loads would make a good show.  None of them
ever admitted this trick, and had good excuses for not popping their load
down his throat, but that didn't make it any easier for the boy, who by
now was used to getting all the cock a young boy could want.  But, the
fast was over know, and the boy adjust his head to get an extra couple of
inches the new position afforded.  Then wrapped his arms around Bills
harry ass, and settled in to Bills thrusting rod, and the heavy slapping
balls.
 
    The size of the club fluctuated between 35 and 50, and he knew every
organ, and exactly how to, or not to get it to deliver up its seed.  He
especially knew Billy-Bob, (as he called Bill's cock when they were
alone), and as he felt the great mass swelling in his throat, he knew
Bill's great thrustings, and heavings would start any second, and that a
few seconds letter Billy-bob would begin it ceaseless spurting of long
heavy gushes of come on to his face.
 
    "It's going to cum, guys." Bill said taking hold of the boy's head,
and driving his long meat so deep into the boy's face that his nose was
bent sideways against his face.  "Swallow that thing boy", Bill said
showing off for his friends, with a few more long driving thrusts before
pulling the entire length of the wet dripping mass out of the boy's mouth,
and sending a  small warning gush onto his cheek.  "AHHHHHHH" He moaned
trying to hold himself up in view for his friends.  Then throwing his head
back and yelling he sent a long thick spurt dribbling down the boy's
cheek.
 
    The boy knew better than to fight Bill for possesion of the rod, and
relaxed as another spurt of cum shot from the head of Bill's giant tool,
and dragged the first spurt down the side of the boy's cheek.   The flow
was a thin band at first dripping, and clinging to the boy's peachfuzz
face, but as spurt upon spurt flew from the Bill's fat crown, the trickle
widened into a thick creamy river, that continually grew faster, and wider
until as much of Bill's cum lay in a pool along side the boy's head, as
had been deposited by all the men before him.
 
    "Please Bill, give it to me" The boy begged, as the men laughed, and
made jokes about Bill's tool, and it's abundant fluids.
 
    "Here babe" Bill whispered to the boy, without moving his lips, as he
slipped it back in and turned a proud glowing face up to his friends.
"Next.  If you dare."
 
    "Look!" someone yelled as the boy sucked the last of Bills seed. "He's
cuming, and he ain't even touching himself.  What you doing to that boy,
Bill?"
 
    "Some of us got it and some of us don't" Bill laughed looking back and
watching as the boy's tool slowly but surely pumped it's seed out onto his
stomach and down his side.  "Come see me tonight. You can wack it good
while you suck me" Bill whispered with his head turned from his friends
view then dismounting the boy, he relinquished the boys mouth to the next
straining cock.