Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 18:24:48 -0400
From: kyle garter <livinglife19@hotmail.com>
Subject: Witness Protection Chapter 8

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Witness Protection – Chapter 8

A deeper sleep overtook me than I expected.  I was groggy when a noise
downstairs woke me up.  Although I was certain that it was just Skeet
returning from the university, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on
end as I knew we were still being hunted.

Looking downward, I knew I wouldn't be much of a threat to anyone.  Here I
was laid out on the bed naked with a sleeping naked boy under each of my
arms.  Both sleeping boys looked absolutely stunning, and I knew that I
would be unable to resist the fun if I didn't force myself to get up and
check on the noise downstairs.  I was somehow able to slip out from between
the boys without waking them.  I looked out the window and saw that Skeet
had returned.  I threw on my boxer briefs and eased quietly downstairs.

Skeet was wearing his robe and sipping a beer.  On the kitchen table, I saw
three Speedos laid out.  The two for the boys were both white, and the one
for me was purple.  Noting that I had seen them, Skeet told me that he had
picked them up on campus and guessed on our sizes.  He told me that the
color choices were pretty much limited to the school colors.  I thanked him
and offered to pay him, but he wouldn't hear of it.

I picked my swimsuit up and saw it was a 32 waist.  I thought that would do
fine, but then Skeet asked if I was going to try it on.  Without turning
away, I dropped my boxer briefs and put it on.  I knew that Skeet was
watching me, but I figured he had seen me nude many times in college.  As
Skeet approached me, his robe opened and I saw that he was nude underneath,
his uncut cock swaying as he walked.  My mouth went dry as I wondered where
this was all heading.

Skeet spun me around and looked at my butt.  "Fits well," Skeet said.  I
felt like I was completely on display and somewhat vulnerable.  A tension
filled the air.  "You've stayed incredibly fit ever since college Jack –
kudos on that," Skeet said as two fingers slid into the back of my Speedo
to ensure they were the right size.  Despite shooting two loads before my
nap, I felt my cock start to stiffen as I was displayed before my former
coach.  As Skeet edged around my right side, I thought I may die of
embarrassment as my cock continued to swell.

Looking down, I saw that Skeet's penis was fully erect and poking out the
front of his robe as he moved around to the front of me unashamed.  It was
slightly longer than mine, but not as thick.  His balls were quite large
and hung very low.  I found everything about him very erotic at that
moment.  "Let's get that Speedo off of you now," Skeet said as he dropped
to his knees and undid the drawstring.  I felt vulnerable but incredibly
horny as the situation played out in Skeet's kitchen.  As the swimsuit was
lowered, my erection hung heavily before Skeet's face.  As he leaned
closer, Skeet asked "May I?"  I nodded yes as his tender lips engulfed my
cockhead.  Unlike the boys, Skeet was skilled and his tender lips and
swirling tongue quickly worked me to the edge.  He was jerking off his
uncut meat while he sucked me, and I was intrigued with the foreskin
gliding back and forth over his knob.

My mind was racing and I was thinking about how the roles had switched
around.  With the boys, I was the older one.  I was the mentor.  I was the
aggressor.  With Skeet, I was the younger one.  I was the student.  I was
the one that was being pursued.

I was getting close, but I wanted to switch roles before I shot my load.
Pulling Skeet upward, I looked down at his swollen cock.  Skeet leaned into
me and whispered throatily, "Suck me boy."  I liked that; liked him calling
me boy.  I got down on my knees and looked at the cock before me.  This
would definitely be different than sucking the boys.  Skeet was big; Skeet
could cum.  I leaned forward and took just the tip in my mouth.  The
flavors from Skeet's foreskin were overwhelming to my senses.  I definitely
liked them.  "Watch those teeth son," Skeet said as my mouth explored
further down Skeet's long shaft.

I explored the uncut dick thoroughly.  I got my tongue under the skin and
lapped at the exotic combination of flavors I found there.  I took some
time to lick the low hanging balls.  Skeet had really big balls, especially
compared to Kyle and Jeremy's much smaller ones that I had sucked only
hours earlier.  His balls had a manly muskiness about them that was so
different than the sweet little tender orbs on the boys.

I went back to sucking for about ten minutes as Skeet held my head and
pumped into my mouth.  Skeet finally asked, "You want Daddy's cum?"  All of
this "daddy" and "son" talk was getting me hornier as I went felt the
hooded cockhead at the back of my throat.  Knowing that this was my time, I
kept going and was rewarded with my first load of cum.  It was a distinct
taste, and I really enjoyed it.  It was different than my time with the
boys, but both were fun.  And now, I had experienced the taste that the
boys had experienced – that of tasting a hot load.

Skeet had me lie back on the kitchen table and then he started sucking me
like a pro.  I picked up a pair of the white Speedos and imagined Jeremy
wearing them and them peeling them off his tight little ass.  The thoughts
and the expert blowjob skills resulted in me firing off a load into Skeet's
hot mouth.  After a minute of recovery time, I stood up and got my boxer
briefs back on while Skeet closed his robe.  I felt strange and was unsure
about looking Skeet in the eye.  Skeet set me at ease by giving me a big
hug.  He whispered in my ear, "That was worth the wait son.  I'm surprised
you had any cum left following your afternoon with your boys."

+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Mission, SD:

As scheduled, Arturo returned to his room at 2:00 pm.  Jose was still
sleeping as his shift would not start until later that evening.  Arturo
would be taking a nap as well.

As he got undressed, he noticed that Jose was lying atop the covers wearing
only his underwear.  He was sprawled on his stomach, and his beefy ass
filled out his tight bikini briefs perfectly.  Arturo had seen him like
this many times and it hadn't even registered.  Now that he had been inside
the boy's tight ass, he had a newfound love for a tight bottom.  Knowing
that it was a line he could never cross with his cartel associate, he
climbed into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The closing door woke Arturo at 6:00 pm.  Jose was beginning his shift, and
Arturo wondered if they would ever catch the two boys they were after.  A
tug on his hard cock left him wondering if he could fuck the boys, if they
were ever found, before turning them over to his bosses.  He stayed in bed
a few minutes and wondered if he would risk going to the boy's room at 8:00
pm.  He wanted it; he wanted it bad.  He didn't know what he had been
missing until earlier that day when he had fucked the boy.

Arturo decided to shower before starting his evening.  Upon entering the
bathroom, he saw the bikini briefs that Jose had worn wadded up in the
corner.  Intrigued, Arturo picked the briefs up and the smell of cum
quickly hit his nostrils.  Pulling the small briefs open, he saw the spent
load that Jose must have jerked out of his cock before going on his shift.
The animalistic lust took over once more, and Arturo knew he would go fuck
the boy again.

The wait until 8:00 pm was agonizing.  Arturo had showered, and now he was
walking around the casino killing some time before his date.  He chatted
briefly with Jose and they discussed the fact that the boys and marshal had
likely escaped from the hotel by now.  At 7:45, Arturo stationed himself in
a location where he could see the boy's room.  Five minutes later, the
boy's father exited the room, and Arturo noted how much he looked like the
boy.  He followed the boy's father to the poker room.  He watched the man
register and get seated at a table.  Everything seemed to be on the up and
up, so Arturo made his way back towards room 116.

As he approached, he got nervous.  He started to wonder if it was a setup
of some type.  He paced nervously nearby as he considered whether or not to
knock on the door.  As he debated his choice, the boy opened the door and
entered the hall.  He was wearing a small yellow tank top and the tightest
little pair of red gym shorts he could pour himself into.  The boy
approached Arturo and said, "Come on."  As the boy turned, his tight ass in
the red shorts beckoned – trap or not, Arturo would follow.  He entered
the room and was relieved to find no one there but the boy.

From the end of the hall, Jose had seen it all.  From that distance, he
could not tell the age of the boy.  He did not know if it was one of the
targets, but it was the closest thing he had seen to one of them since he
had arrived at the hotel.  But why would the boy let Arturo, a stranger,
into his room?  It wasn't adding up.

Suddenly it dawned on Jose.  Arturo was playing both sides.  He was a going
to help the boys escape, get immunity for all of his crimes, and get a
reward from the government of the United States.  "Damn, you can't trust a
fucking Castellano," Jose muttered under his breath as he eased towards the
room.  There was no way that Arturo was going to help those boys escape
while he was on watch – Jose would kill all of them.

Inside the boy's room, Arturo checked inside the closet, in the shower, and
under the bed.  He and the boy were the only two in the room.  There was no
connecting door to an adjacent room.  Arturo looked out the window, but
there was no team of cops out there waiting to arrest him for fucking the
boy.  He felt much more at ease as he approached the young boy.

Arturo went to the boy and turned him around.  The boy's ass looked like
two ripe cantaloupes beneath the sheer red fabric.  Arturo could already
feel his cock stiffing in his pants as he recalled how tight and perfect
the boy's ass felt on his dick.  The boy turned back around and leaned in
to kiss Arturo.  "None of that," Arturo said as he pushed the boy away.  "I
am a straight married man; I don't kiss boys," Arturo said as he unzipped
his pants and pulled out his hard cock.  "Kiss this if you want to kiss,"
said Arturo as he waved his hard cock at the boy.

The boy hit his knees and started to suck Arturo's slimy uncut cock.  The
pre-cum had started flowing quickly as he thought about fucking the boy.
Now, his entire seven inches throbbed as the boy started to lick it.
Arturo only let the boy lick for a minute – he was here to fuck.  He
pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and tapped it a few times on the
boy's sweet face.  A mixture of pre-cum and spit left a slimy trail across
the boy's cheek and nose.  "Boy, I will fuck you now," Arturo grunted as he
slapped his fat cock on the boy's cheek one final time.  Arturo removed all
of his clothes as the boy went to his luggage.

The boy pulled a small bottle of hand lotion from his suitcase.  "This
works better than spit, Mister," the boy said as he massaged the lotion
onto Arturo's dark, uncut beauty.  Arturo reached out and roughly removed
the yellow tank top.  The boy started to remove his tight gym shorts, but
Arturo stopped him.  He turned the boy around and yanked the shorts down.
The tight little bubble butt before him promised to deliver another superb
fuck.  Arturo took the lotion bottle from the boy, squirted a gob into his
hand, and then fingered the boy with the lubricant.  He got a good amount
inside of the tight hole.  Arturo planned to make this last, and he wanted
the boy to stay lubricated for all of it.  The first time had been a rushed
experience, but this time would be a full-on fuck.

Arturo reclined on the bed and beckoned the boy to his side.  "Climb on top
of me, boy.  I want to see my fat cock disappear inside of your tight ass
inch by inch as you slide down onto it."  The boy straddled Arturo and
lined his tiny little rosebud up to the tip of the man's cock.  Arturo was
dripping more pre-cum as the boy started to lower his body.  "Go slow at
first.  I want to see this," Arturo said as the boy's asshole made initial
contact with Arturo's foreskin.  In preparation for the fuck, Arturo pulled
the skin down exposing his blunt cockhead.

The head started to slide in slowly.  Arturo caught himself looking at the
boy's little, hard cock more than he would have liked to admit.  The boy's
cock was only about four inches long and circumcised.  It wasn't very
thick, and Arturo sensed it would grow and thicken as the boy's puberty
continued.  The boy only had a few hairs above his cock, and Arturo started
to think the boy was younger than he originally thought.

Arturo looked at his own cock as the head was now fully inside the warm
cavern of boy pussy.  He watched as another inch disappeared inside and the
asshole's grip on his thick dick tightened more.  Inch by inch, his cock
vanished as the sweet boy slowly lowered himself.  By the time he was all
the way in, the warmth of the boy surrounded his throbbing boner.  Arturo
looked up to see the boy's eyes roll back in his head.  Grabbing the boy's
tiny hips, Arturo started a slow fucking motion by lifting the smallish boy
in rhythm against his cock's thrusts.

Neither Arturo nor the boy heard the door open.  Jose had entered with a
computer-generated master key.  Each of the four Columbians had master keys
made when they arrived.  It was not very hard to hack the card system at
this remote hotel.  Jose rounded the corner with his gun drawn.  The scene
before him was far from what he expected to see.  Jose had murdered men, he
had seen horrible acts of violence, and he had been trained to remain calm
in any situation.  His stoic expression would never betray his inner
feelings.

Arturo was enjoying the intimate fuck when he noticed the tip of the gun
round the corner.  "I've been fucking setup," he thought as he wondered how
he would get out of this mess with the cops.  Arturo stayed inside the boy
as the man carrying the gun rounded the corner into full view.  Arturo's
face went white with fear when he saw Jose's face looking at him behind the
gun. "Shit, shit, shit."  Arturo pulled the boy in tight to his chest
trying to hide his identity and gender.  However it was likely obvious it
was a boy as Arturo's cock was planted inside of an ass and not a pussy.

Taking in the full scene in front of him and still pointing the gun at the
boy, Jose used Spanish to ask Arturo if this was one of the targets.
Replying in Spanish, Arturo told him no and that he could explain
everything.  Suddenly scared, the boy asked Arturo what was happening.
Arturo was about to answer when Jose replied to the boy, "your man is a
friend of mine."  Arturo had lost most of his hard-on, but Jose told him in
Spanish, "Go on, fuck the boy."

Arturo was conflicted.  He felt guilt for being caught doing something so
dirty, but at the same time the lust inside him made the blood flow to his
cock once more.  The boy's eyes rolled back in his head again as he and
Arturo once more established a perfect rhythm.  Arturo kept an eye on Jose
as he plowed the boy's sweet hole.  After a minute, Jose lowered his gun
and moved closer to the action.  Arturo watched from the corner of his eye
as Jose started to unzip his pants.

Once Jose's pants hit the floor, it was obvious to Arturo that Jose was
hard.  Arturo found himself more interested than he thought he would be as
Jose lowered his shorts revealing his manhood.  Jose's penis was not as
large as Arturo's penis, but it was perfectly sized for his muscular,
compact body.  Arturo was not interested in the penis anyway; he just
wanted to see Jose's tight muscle butt fully exposed.

Arturo got to see the prized muscle butt when Jose climbed on the bed
facing the boy while straddling Jose.  The boy opened his mouth and
greedily sucked Jose's uncut, five-and-a-half inch beauty that was
presented for his enjoyment.  The pre-cum from Jose's cock was abundant,
and the boy savored every drop that coated his tongue.

The thrill of being fucked in the ass and mouth simultaneously was too much
for the boy.  His small cock started spurting once again without being
touched, and the few drops that exited his shaft landed on Arturo's taut
abdomen.  Arturo hardly noticed as he stared at Jose's ass above him.
Every time Jose would thrust his dick into the boy's mouth, his ass would
open just enough to give Arturo a glimpse of his tight hole.  It took all
of Arturo's willpower to hold off his own orgasm.  The combination of
seeing Jose's hole while fucking the boy's hole was getting Arturo close to
seeding the boy's insides for a second time that day.

Arturo's view changed drastically when Jose climbed back down to the side
of the bed.  When Jose leaned in to offer his cock to Arturo, the older man
told him no.  Jose was persistent and placed his drippy foreskin on the
man's closed lips.  Jose commanded, "Do it Arturo, or I will tell the
others that you fucked a boy."  Slowly and reluctantly, Arturo's lips
opened to receive his friend's stiff cock.  The taste of pre-cum
overwhelmed his senses, and Arturo realized he was actually enjoying the
flavor of Jose's cock.  Arturo would not admit it to Jose, but sucking the
cock was not all together unpleasant.

After a few minutes of fucking his friend's face, Jose went to the bottom
of the bed to watch the fucking up close.  The smells of raw sex filled the
air as Jose got up close and watched the boy's ass move up and down on
Arturo's steel rod.  Seeing the bottle of lubricant nearby, Jose grabbed it
and lubed up his cock.

Jose pushed the boy forward toward Arturo to give him better access to the
action.  Then Jose placed his cock at the entrance to the boy's hole with
his hard cock up against Arturo's cock.  With a little pressure, the head
of his cock started to enter the boy's hole while sliding along Arturo's
cock.  Both the boy and Arturo moaned as the pressure inside of the hot
boy-pussy increased substantially.  As Jose pushed along Arturo's cock, the
boy began to say, "ouch, ouch, ouch."  Jose forged deeper as the boy
started to struggle and moan louder in a combination of pain and pleasure.

Arturo loved the great feeling of incredible tightness not to mention the
feeling of Jose's cock sliding against his own shaft.  He knew the boy was
hurting some, but the boy's cock was rock hard.  After Jose pushed another
inch into the tight hole, the boy started to make a painful moaning sound
followed by a pitiful sounding, "No, no, no."  Jose told Arturo, "Kiss him
to shut him up."  Arturo was reluctant, but the boy was getting louder. He
pulled the boy down onto him and tentatively kissed the boy.  The boy
responded with a passionate kiss, and Arturo was soon lapping at the boy's
mouth.  All posturing was gone; animal lust won out.  He kissed the boy
with a passion he had never experienced with his wife.

Now that the boy was laid down more, it was easier to access the boy's
sweet hole.  Jose was able to thrust all of his cock into the boy with one
final push.  The boy moaned but not as loudly since he was kissing Arturo.
Now, in movements that mirrored those of Arturo, Jose began a steady
fucking of the boy's hot tunnel.  The two men stretched the boy's asshole
to new dimensions as they plowed in unison.

As the sex built towards a climax, the boy was finally loose enough to move
from pain to pleasure.  The kissing was making it even more enjoyable for
the boy as he was getting close to another climax.  The boy's small load
erupted between his body and Arturo's body as his ass experienced a
fullness like he had never felt before.

Arturo kept kissing the boy even after he felt the tiny load release
between them.  He was just about to climax inside the boy's tight hole when
he felt the warm liquid of Jose's orgasm surround his cock inside of the
boy.  It was too much.  Arturo erupted into the most mind-blowing climax he
had ever imagined seconds after Jose had filled the boy's asshole with his
seed.

As he came down from his high, Jose slowly withdrew his cock from the tight
asshole.  A string of cum slowly slid down Arturo's still hard cock and
dripped onto his manly nut sack.  Jose went to get a towel and cleaned up
his own cock and Arturo's balls.  As the boy slowly slid off Arturo's large
cock, additional Columbian cum seeped from his spent asshole.  Jose cleaned
the boy's perfect ass as he lay spent and clinging tightly to Arturo.

Jose had just finished cleaning the boy's ass when the door's card reader
beeped.  Before any of them could see who was entering, they heard the
boy's dad say, "Tyler, I got knocked out of the poker tournament early."

To be continued